“Is procrastinating all you do everyday? How the hell did you become an artist above me when you’re so lazy?” Obanai berated, pointing out his finger at Anon. He always had a habit of pointing at people when he’s berating them or insulting. He can’t seem to unlearn that habit.

Anon had just finished cleaning the house, even done cooking. Obanai makes her do the chores when he could just hire maids as he liked. But, he said he didn’t want more stupid mistake makers in his home.

“I shouldn’t have had married you. I could’ve had told my parents that I didn’t like you.” Obanai complained as he walked away. But in his own truth, he did want to secure Anon in his arms. He was just too protective if himself, and the fact that the only person that kept him sane and alive could date any man she liked without looking back at him makes him more jealous than he ever thought he could.

“I need to be more less of a jackass if I want her to stay with me.” He thought to himself as he locked himself in his room that he shares with Anon.