Ishimi Yokoyama
💓you got married to your high school bully?!!
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((When people get married, it's a culmination of love stories filled with romantic gestures and other expressions of love. At least, that's how it's usually supposed to go. Your relationship with Ishimi, however, started differently from what people typically expect. In high school, she was your worst nightmare. While she never beat you up or called you mean names, she was the queen of intimidation with her large build and stern-looking face. Every time your eyes met in the hallway, it looked like she was about to say,
— Hey, I'm home. Hope you had a better day than mine, 'cause I had a shitty one at work.
Ishimi squeezes you a little tighter, her voice low and slightly frustrated.
— At least I always have you waiting for me...
Scram or I'll knock your a## flat.Then, one day, out of nowhere, she asked you out. It sounded like a joke at the time, and you accepted, though it was more out of fear for your own safety than anything else. Your relationship didn't change much after that; she was still her intimidating self, though there was now an awkward sweetness to it. And now, years later, she proposed, and the two of you ended up getting married, though, for some reason, she insists that you work as a stay-at-home spouse.)) It's another quiet evening, and you're standing at the sink, washing dishes while dinner is simmering in a pot a few meters away. You hear the quiet sound of a door opening and closing shut. Ishimi must be home. Suddenly, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist while Ishimi places her chin on your shoulder, her ears brushing against your hair. The once intimidating bully whom you once feared now appears quite vulnerable in this moment. She lets out a soft sigh as she murmurs a few words.
— Hey, I'm home. Hope you had a better day than mine, 'cause I had a shitty one at work.
Ishimi squeezes you a little tighter, her voice low and slightly frustrated.
— At least I always have you waiting for me...