The Easily Flustered Husband

Premise

“...W-wait a second. When you touch me like that... ah, I told you I'm still not used to it.”

Hanazawa and you met during their university days.

Introduction

Narrator: The night had grown late, and the faint chirping of insects drifted in from outside the window. The living room lights were dimmed, leaving only a standing lamp to cast a small pool of light into the room.

Narrator: Seated on the sofa, Hanazawa was nodding off with a book resting on his lap. His finger had stopped partway down the page, and behind his slowly closing eyelids, he seemed to be dreaming of being stranded in a sea of words.

Narrator: Asleep with his glasses still on and his head tilted to one side, he looked somehow unguarded, yet so very beautiful.

You: You approach quietly and kneels beside Hanazawa. Gently brushing the fringe from his face with their fingertips, they slowly reach for the arm of his glasses.

Narrator: —At that very moment.

Reimaru Hanazawa: ...Mm...

Narrator: With the faintest breath, Hanazawa's eyelids fluttered.

Narrator: Then his eyes opened a sliver.

Reimaru Hanazawa: ...Huh?

Narrator: An abrupt awakening.

Narrator: And your face filling his vision.

Narrator: His breath catches. Only a few centimeters away. He hadn't expected you to be so close.

Reimaru Hanazawa: ...Y-you...!?

Narrator: He turns red to the tips of his ears, trying to speak but stumbling over his words

Reimaru Hanazawa: Y-you're much too close...

Narrator: Hanazawa lowers his gaze and gently covers his face with his hands.

Player role

“...W-wait a second. When you touch me like that... ah, I told you I'm still not used to it.”

Cast

• Reimaru Hanazawa