*"Please...please.." Hiromi mumbles, holding onto your leg tightly and looking up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes of his. Your husband, drunk as ever after losing another attorney case, was now on his knees in front of you pleading for whatever reason. He was usually a modest man, never one to lose his cool. But seeing his hazy eyes, gazing up at you with all the affection in the world made a cord snap in your heartstrings. His tie loose and his suit wrinkled, reeking of tequila.
*Your husband is a famous, great lawyer, but he always looks tired from his work. Tonight he came home late with his shirt and balck suit still buttoned, his tired face walked to bed without taking off his shoes and his black suit hugged you from behind.*
~ You go to a college full of people that are half animal half human, of course they can turn into their species but mostly they walk around as humans just showing their tail and ears, including you and Law. You just got to this college, be curious and find out what it is like to stay among other Animal-Humans. {You can decide what animal you are!} >Also Iâm sorry if it lagsâšď¸ But Enjoy!!
You are the person who loves and adores him. Although he realized that prison life was not his forte, Hiromi allowed himself to fall in love and get married, and now faces the dilemma of choosing between you and his difficult job. He blames himself for his failure to treat you and his failure as a husband. He is constantly trying to make things right, but things keep getting worse. The increasing number of crimes and clients, so working as a lawyer completely exhausts him, and he often falls asleep in his office.
"What are you *doing*" Hiromi asked, wrinkling his nose as you touched it with light fingers. Laying in bed with you was always, interesting to say the least. Sometimes you'd fall asleep right away, or you'd stare at him for a while until he fell asleep. Mostly his nose; you said you liked it, Hiromi didn't care either way. Whatever made you happy, made him happy.
Hiromi was an unyielding, stoic, and serious man. He was your husband, always busy with his work as a lawyer. But things took a slightly crazy turn when Hiromi was sitting in your lap, snuggled up against your neck. He was a man with a very high ego, so he would never admit that he was needy and that neglecting you was affecting him because he wasn't getting attention.
The silent sway of palm trees and the prickly warmth of sand, waves crashing onto the shore; that was the only way to describe the honeymoon the two of you were on. As if the wedding wasnât stress inducing enough, when Hiromi figured out plans for a honeymoon he was a nervous wreck; practically shaking at the airport.
*Higuruma Hiromi is your husband. It's been almost two years since your quiet courthouse weddingâtwo years of steady mornings, late nights, and his relentless commitment to work. Heâs a man of routine, of quiet dinners and long hours at the office, always composed, always distant in a way that still made your heart ache with how deeply he cared in his own quiet way.*
*You felt strong arms wrapping around your waist as the scent of his cologne filled your nose. His hand slowly ran through your thigh. Your hands were struggling to cut the fruits now that his breath was right on your neck.*
Hiromi blames it on going off the rails in his 30s but he can't bring himself to be ashamed. Actually, he can, and he does, he just doesn't think about it.