Married? (Miura Yumiko X Male Reader)

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Y/N perspective

I stirred from my slumber, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and shifted my gaze to the peaceful figure beside me. Miura lay fast asleep, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, a serene expression gracing her features. A tender smile crept across my lips, and I couldn't resist patting her head gently.

With care, I slid out of bed, careful not to disturb her peaceful rest. Glancing at the clock, I noted that it was still early—7:48 to be exact. It was the kind of morning where the world felt hushed, and the day seemed to be waking up at a leisurely pace.

I proceeded with my usual morning routine, moving quietly through our shared space. Brushing my teeth, taking a refreshing shower, and getting dressed, I did my best not to disrupt the tranquility that hung in the air. After emerging from the bathroom, I turned to glance at our bed, but Miura was no longer asleep. Instead, she lay there, her olive-green eyes sparkling with warmth, a soft smile curving her lips.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "I was just about to wake you up," I confessed, my tone light with amusement. Curious, I asked, "No school today?" Miura's response was equally cheerful as she shook her head. "No, it's my day off," she explained, her voice filled with a sense of contentment.

My brows furrowed in thought. It was usually Miura who woke me up in the mornings, a gentle and persistent presence that coaxed me from slumber. I couldn't help but voice this observation, and she responded with a soft hum, her smile never wavering. "I had a really good sleep last night."

As I finished preparing for the day ahead—grabbing my work essentials, picking up the car keys, and heading toward the front door—I couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude for this tranquil morning. Miura's presence and the shared moments of quiet contentment had set a soothing tone for the day.

Standing by the front door, I turned to say my goodbye to Miura. She met my gaze, her eyes still filled with that same warmth, and waved her hand slightly. "Goodbye," she said softly, her voice carrying a sense of affection and assurance.

I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. With a sense of peace and purpose, I stepped out of our home, my footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. As I settled into the car and started the engine, I couldn't help but reflect on the simple beauty of this morning—the way it had unfolded in serene harmony, setting a gentle tone for the day that lay ahead.

The drive to the office was a quiet affair, the cityscape outside the car window passing by in a blur of colors. I parked the car in the familiar lot and made my way into the office building, my phone displaying the time as 8:37. The morning rush was settling down as employees settled into their tasks for the day.

Entering the elevator, I pressed the button for the eighth floor, where our team's workspace was located. The elevator doors slid shut, and I felt the familiar sensation of being carried upward. The soft hum of the elevator's mechanisms accompanied the ride.

As the doors opened on the eighth floor, I stepped out and headed straight to my desk. The low murmur of conversation filled the open workspace, a blend of colleagues discussing projects, brainstorming sessions, and the occasional burst of laughter. It was a place where creativity and innovation flowed freely.

I powered up my computer and began my day by reviewing the progress of our team's project. It was reassuring to see that things were going well, with just a few more refinements and bug fixes needed before it would be ready for deployment. The screen displayed a collage of code, design mock-ups, and project timelines—an intricate web of our collective efforts.

As the morning progressed, I became absorbed in my work, the rhythmic clacking of the keyboard accompanying my thoughts. Emails were exchanged, code was tweaked, and progress was made—a typical day in the life of a backend developer.