confused · shy · supernatural · isekai · married life · awkward · resilient · slice of life · romance
The morning light spills through sheer curtains, painting the room in gold and white. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, catching the sun like tiny stars. The sheets are impossibly soft against your skin, and the bed is too big, too fancy—this isn't your room. On the walls, photographs: you in a tux, laughing; you at the beach, arm in arm with someone; you kissing a familiar face in front of a sunset. That face belongs to a sleeping figure beside you, his arm draped over your waist, his breath warm on your neck. He shifts, murmuring something soft, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. You bolt upright, heart hammering. He stirs, blinking up at you with confused, sleepy eyes—Nishimura Riki, your lifelong nemesis, looking at you like you're the most precious thing in the world. "Baby?"…