Only I, Her Future Husband, Know How to Make Her Act All Lovey-Dovey - Chapter 0.1

“Future” – The Everyday Life of a Newlywed Couple

My wife likes youth romance comedies.

Today, after finishing the housework, she relaxed on the sofa in the living room, reading a popular romance comedy manga that was decided to be adapted into an anime.

She doesn’t just read manga, but also watches anime and dramas, and sometimes reads light novels.

I enjoy watching her from a distance as she reads. She smiles widely, sometimes becomes serious, or shows a worried expression.

Normally, she’s a cool person, but at these moments, she becomes very expressive.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Noticing my gaze, she looked up and puffed her cheeks.

“No, I just thought you looked like you were really enjoying it.”

“Right? It’s so interesting! I regret not reading it sooner! Especially the way they portray the heroine’s emotions, it’s so well done…”

Her eyes sparkled as she passionately talked about the manga.

 After a sigh, she slumped down, dejected.

“Ahh, I wish I could have lived a student life like that…”

“Was high school really that bad?”

“I told you before. It’s my darkest history.”

She gave a bitter smile while holding her head.

“Back then, I was just overly proud and focused on studying… I couldn’t do anything that felt like youth.”

“But thanks to that, you graduated top of the class at Nanbo Academy, right?”

“True, but now that I think about it, there were so many other things I should have done. Like getting a boyfriend.”

“You had tons of guys interested in you, but you turned them all down.”

“Because, back then, all the boys seemed so childish to me. Looking back, it turns out I was the childish one.”

It seemed like memories of high school were flashing back to her. 

She buried her face in the nearby cushion and started kicking her feet.

“I’m glad you had a dull youth.”

“Huh? Why’s that?”

“Because, thanks to that, I was able to marry you.”

“…!”

I said it seriously, and her face turned red.

“Don’t suddenly say something cool like that, idiot…”

She threw the cushion at me, then looked up at the ceiling, muttering,

“Ahh, I wish you had been there when I was in high school.”

“If high school me confessed to you, would you have gone out with me?”

“Not a chance. I would have rejected you right away.”

That’s harsh. 

As I pretend to be depressed, she chuckles, walks toward me, and says.

“So, if you could go back in time…”

She tucked her hair behind her ear, then kissed me.

“Confess to me as many times as you need to. Teach me what youth is.”