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.
“Someone who earned the right to stand beside me. Not by power. By pastry.” ameri ichinose husband
The truth was simpler and stranger.
“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
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 By pastry
Ameri’s lips curved. “And you lost on purpose.”