“Of course.” He set the pastries on her table. “They needed the win more than I did.”
So while the Netherworld debated, Ameri Ichinose’s husband was the man who left fresh flowers on her desk every morning before dawn, who knew her coffee order across three centuries, who still blushed when she called him darling in public, and who—every single night—read her a chapter from his never-ending diary, because she had once told him that she wanted to know all of his adventures. ameri ichinose husband
She had kissed him then—fierce, possessive, loving—and agreed. “Of course
Ameri would smile—sharp, satisfied, and soft all at once—and say: Ameri would smile—sharp, satisfied, and soft all at
Here’s a short story based on the character from Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun , imagining her future and the question of a “husband.” Title: The Demon Who Chose Her Own Crown