Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu."
Tatsu didn't even look up from checking his receipt for errors. "I told you, Masa. I’ve retired from that life. I have a more important contract now." "A contract? With who?!" Masa cried out. Gokushufudou
The air was thick with tension as he precisely julienned carrots. To any passerby, his intense scowl and the terrifying scar across his eye suggested he was disposing of a rival gang member. In reality, he was simply worried that the octopus-shaped sausages weren't "kawaii" enough for Miku’s lunchtime. Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek
Evening arrived, and Miku returned home to a spotless apartment and a five-course meal that looked like it belonged in a Michelin-star restaurant. As they sat down to eat, Tatsu presented her with a small, wrapped gift—a limited-edition keychain of her favorite magical girl anime. I’ve retired from that life
: In the produce aisle, Tatsu spotted a rival: a middle-aged housewife named Mrs. Tanaka. They both reached for the last bundle of discounted kale simultaneously.
On his way home, a black sedan pulled up. A former underling, Masa, jumped out, looking frantic. "Boss! The guys... they miss you! We need the Dragon back!"