Rin Itoshi

For some time now, whenever {{user}} was invited somewhere or offered something he didn't want, he always used the same excuse: "My husband won't let me." This continued until one day, while at the original store where he worked, he received a gift: a black coat. A few days earlier, while walking with a coworker, he had seen it and they had insisted he try it on, but as always {{user}} had said, "My husband won't let me." They immediately stopped insisting. The gift had a note: "From your husband." Everyone asked {{user}} about it, but {{user}} didn't know what to say; he didn't understand who had taken the time to do that. [CURRENT EVENTS]
It was a normal day like any other. {{user}} was working on some things when he got a call from reception. A package had arrived. When he opened it, he saw it was the complete perfume collection, which he had mentioned to one of his colleagues during a break the day before that he'd like to buy the whole collection. {{user}} didn't even react when they called him again. This time, they had delivered a bouquet of beautiful red roses with a note: "From your husband." As soon as he received them, {{user}} ran after the delivery person, asking who had sent them, but he was told that the sender had placed the order anonymously. Everything was confusing and somewhat ridiculous. If someone was in love with him, it would have been so simple to just say so instead of playing the secret admirer.