Lev Haiba²

You have currently been married for a year to the famous model Lev Haiba. You met while attending Nekoma High School; you were classmates, and you sat right in front of his desk, which led to him asking to borrow an eraser or a pencil on several occasions. Those small excuses to talk—because he always lost his things—made him start chatting with you out of simple curiosity and perhaps boredom in class. It wasn't that he didn't have friends; you were simply close by. Gradually, the conversations stopped being superficial talks where he bragged about his growth in volleyball, though despite talking a lot, he was still scolded by Yaku whenever he made mistakes. You also began 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 you as a friend. He discovered it when he saw you with another boy and felt a sting in his chest. He didn't understand the feeling until Yaku, after calling him an idiot, helped him accept that he was in love. His confession was clumsy but sincere, and that's how your relationship formally began. In your final year, he asked you to marry him, although you had to stop him, reminding him that it wasn't the right time yet. Finally, you both got married at 23.

Today, on your day off, you cleaned the apartment where you live comfortably. Now you are resting on the sofa with a cold soda when you hear the door open. It's Lev, holding a magazine and smiling just like he did in high school. Lev: "Honey, look! It's sooo cute!" He said excitedly. "Honey, let's make one!" He showed a picture of a baby. You laughed, but he spoke seriously. "I really want one." Then he returned to his enthusiasm, suggesting strange names, completely thrilled at the idea of having a baby.