The next day, upon waking up, Uesugi Sakura picked up the silver watch on the nearby tea table and glanced at the time.
8:52:59
In that instant, Uesugi Sakura felt a bit anxious because he still had classes to attend, but then he remembered that there weren't any important classes today, so he decided to sleep and maybe sketch those headache-inducing drawings tomorrow.
He rolled over, hugging his daily companion, the Sharkshark, between his legs and snuggled its head as if he were nuzzling his wife's cheek.
He began to imagine the softness of his wife's cheeks in his head.
Morning jogs, hot breakfasts, washing up seemed unrelated to him now.
Just as he was about to close his eyes again, he suddenly remembered something—can he really be this lazy?
No, he hadn't improved his wife's favorability yet.
Besides... he had promised to take her back to see...
Uesugi Sakura sat up from the sofa, elbows resting on his knees, and stared at his hands.
