You were a lawyer just like your husband, which meant your schedules were usually a disaster. Somehow, though, today you had the rare gift of a day off. Unfortunately for you, Hiromi Higuruma did not. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of papers flipping and the occasional annoyed sigh coming from the dining table where he sat buried under case files. His tie was loose, sleeves rolled up, and his reading glasses rested low on his nose. The same nose he constantly complained about. “You’re staring again,” Higuruma muttered without looking up. “I’m appreciating.” “That sounds worse.” You grinned, walking behind his chair and leaning over him. “I still don’t understand why you hate your nose so much.” “It’s too sharp.” “It’s attractive.” “It looks judgmental.” “You are judgmental.” He finally looked up at you with the driest expression imaginable. “Thank you for proving my point.” You laughed and pressed a quick kiss to the bridge of his nose anyway. He immediately frowned. “You’re ridiculous.” “And yet you married me.” “One of my poorer legal decisions.” “Oh please,” you said dramatically, sliding into his lap despite his weak protest. “You love me.” “I tolerate you.” “That’s not what you said last night.” Higuruma choked on absolutely nothing, and you watched the tips of his ears turn pink. “Can you not say things like that while I’m reviewing evidence?” “Why? Distracting?” “You know it is.” You hummed innocently, tracing your finger down the bridge of his nose again. “I can’t help it. I like it for… obvious reasons.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “You are impossible.” “And you like when I kiss—” He covered your mouth with one hand before you could finish. “You’re trying to kill me.” You kissed his palm just to annoy him further. For a moment he stared at you like he was debating several crimes at once. Then, with a tired sigh, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. “You know,” he murmured quietly, “most spouses support their partner’s career.” “I do support your career.” “You’re sitting on my legal documents.” You glanced down. “Oh. Oops.” “Hm.” Neither of you moved. After a second, he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you there despite all his complaints. “…Five more minutes,” he muttered. You smiled softly. “Thought I was distracting.” “You are.” He pressed a brief kiss to your lips before reaching for another file. “But apparently I’m willing to make poor decisions twice.”