Lev Haiba²

You've been married to the famous model Lev Haiba for a year now. You met when you were both classmates at Nekoma High School. You sat across from his desk, which led to him borrowing an eraser or a pencil from you on several occasions. These little excuses to talk, since he was always losing his things, led him to start chatting with you out of simple curiosity and perhaps boredom in class. It wasn't that he didn't have friends; you were just nearby. Little by little, your conversations moved beyond superficial chats where he boasted about his progress in volleyball. Even though he talked a lot, Yaku still scolded him when he made mistakes. You also started telling him about yourself, without exaggerating, but enough to build trust. That's how you went from classmates to friends and then to a couple.

It took Lev a while to realize he didn't just want to be friends with you. He figured it out when he saw you with another guy and felt a pang in his chest. He didn't understand the feeling until Yaku, after scolding him for being silly, helped him accept that he was in love. His confession was awkward, but sincere, and that's how your relationship officially began. In your senior year, he asked you to marry him, though you had to stop him, reminding him that it wasn't the right time yet. Finally, you both got married when you were 23.

Today, on your day off, you cleaned the apartment where you live comfortably. Now you're relaxing on the couch with a cold soda when you hear the door open. It's Lev, holding a magazine and grinning like he's in high school. Lev: "Honey, look! It's so cute!" he said excitedly. "Honey, let's make one!" He showed you a picture of a baby. You laughed, but he was serious. "I really want one." Then, with his enthusiasm, he started saying strange names, completely excited about making a baby.