Chapter 2: ss - 1

April 30th, 2021, at 6 pm.

A small software company located in Kita-ku, Osaka, Japan.　

　

In my office on the 5th floor, I sat at my seat with my laptop open, staring at source code that was full of errors.

　

It was written by a new employee  as a part of a new employee training program. 

　

It’s an application that works like a simple notepad. The contents are just as good as the samples in reference books, but not as good as I expected.

　

Or rather, it’s buggy. Let’s make sure it works and release it. 

[I want to do something about it because I can tell they’re trying their best. But this will still be a challenge]

Well, new employees are to be nurtured. Let’s not expect too much.

I don’t know where you’ll be assigned, but good luck.

I turned off my computer as I gave a shout out to the new employee and his assigned post.

Atsushi Suzuhara. 31 years old.

　

Married. Works for a software company. His job title is chief but he’s a team leader.

My work ethic isn’t good nor bad. When I was a newlywed, I was short on money due to lots of commitments, but I make sure I save enough each month. I don’t work any overtime.

My hobby is gaming. The non-portable type games (PC & Consoles).　

　

The rest is manga. I don’t subscribe to any particular magazines, and I just read the popular titles. 

My favorite genres are “Time-leap” and “Romcom”.

One with a regular male civilian. 　

If you ask me if there’s anything fun in life─There is.

『I’ve just finished work. I’ll buy bread for tomorrow morning on my way home』

I picked up my phone at the edge of my desk, and contacted an important partner in my life.

If I send a message on LINE, it will be read immediately. I don’t even have to wait 5 seconds for the Okemaru stamp. (TN: I’m guessing it’s like a mascot, I don’t use LINE)　

The other party to the exchange─my wife─is my reason for living.

We’ve been married for 5 years. She’s the same age as me and we’ve known each other since childhood.

Her name is Chiho. Her maiden name is Nishijima.　

She’s a freelance designer. She makes about 150,000 Yen per month from home.

　

They say that marriages and relationships with childhood friends are rare in real life, so ours is on the rarer side. Moreover, it’s in the extremely rare category, since we’ve been married for 5 years and haven’t cooled off at all.

I’m not sure what the secret to a happy marriage is.

　

Skinship is quite frequent.

　

Also, I think it’s good that we can treat each other without any sugar coating.

　

We fight, but also make up quickly.

Maybe the trust we developed as childhood friends helped. But I think the biggest thing is that I can think of her as cute from the bottom of my heart.　

　

With such a lovely wife, my life was normal but fulfilling.

　

While I was in my own world, I got a reply from my wife.

『I’ll be waiting for you with a toast. It’s Golden Week, and we’ll be together until morning』

『Don’t drink too much and fall asleep, okay?』

『It’s okay. It’s non-alcoholic』

A selfie of my wife displayed the next second following the message.

A White sweater with an open chest. My wife is posing with an aluminium can between her flabby chest.

[I’m not a virgin, but that killed me!] (TN: it’s the so called virgin killer clothes)

I rushed to put my phone away in my pocket.

It’s bad for my heart. I’m still glad though.

　

Today is the last day of work before Golden Week.

I noticed that there was no one else on the floor.

　

The only one left was the section chief of the team next door, looking reluctant.

　

Ready to leave work. I got up from my chair and picked up my working bag, but─

[Suzuhara~. Help me, I want to go home already…]

I was caught by the section chief who looked tired.

[Jeez, what is it, Sugita? What did you do?]

[I haven’t heard from my client, Otohara. Maybe there’s trouble]

[I thought you might’ve gone out for a drink with the client]

[Otohara~. I’m begging you, please report, contact, and consult with me frequently]

　

A chubby macho man falls down on his desk, saying [I’ve had enough of this]

　

He’s just under 2 meters tall. He has a slightly shaved head. Though this mentality is rather soft and like tofu.

His name is Ryohei Sugita. 

He’s been my best friend and colleague since high school. 

[I was on my way to Tokyo to see Fumi-chan, so why is this happening?]

[Because you keep getting promoted]

[I thought my job would be easier if I got a promotion. But it didn’t. I don’t even know why I got promoted]

[No, it’s for the company, what are you talking about?]

A macho old man is making cute crying noises.　

This isn’t happening. (TN: he’s in denial)

Sugita and I are the same age but joined the company in different years. Therefore, he’s my senior at work. He also has a higher position than me.

But, well, when there’s no one around, it doesn’t matter what year you joined the company or what position you hold. If I had to choose between work and friendship, I would definitely choose friendship.

[It’s nice to be you, Suzuhara~. I’m sure you’ll go home today and flirt with Chiho-chan soon. Sounds like a fun Golden Week to me]

[I know, I know]

[I’m jealous. I should’ve registered with Fumi-chan as soon as possible]

[Well, that’s a problem a couple would go through]

　

Chief Sugita, 31 years old, exhales an exasperated sigh as he thinks of his LDR Girlfriend. (TN: Long Distance Relationship)

To comfort him, I grabbed my bag and moved in front of his desk. On the desk was a reserved ticket for the Shinkansen bullet train to Tokyo, dated today.

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[But you guys are finally getting married. It’s been a long, long time since high school ended]

[Yes it has. I’ll never forget the summer vacation of our sophomore year of high school]

[Yes yes, I don’t hear anything~]

Sugita and his girlfriend were planning to get married soon.　

The Tokyo trip was for planning the wedding ceremony. The goal was to handle miscellaneous details that can’t be worked out over a video call.

　

Of course, there would be lots of other things to talk about and do while they were at it.

[Cmon, let me have some fun. I think of it as practice for the wedding reception]

[If you’re going to give a speech that gives me heartburn, I’m not attending]

[Speaking of speeches, I look forward to hearing yours, Mr. Friend Representative]

[That’s another story. Anyways, don’t be reckless]

And at their wedding planned for July, I was asked to give a speech as a representative of their friends.

This is also very tricky.

[I took on a tough job huh. When you guys started dating, I wasn’t that close to you]

[We didn’t really know each other until about the third semester of our sophomore year in high school]

[Couldn’t you find someone more qualified?]

[Isn’t it fine. I also gave the speech at your wedding]

　

That’s true. This is the kind of situation that makes me feel uncomfortable, but I can’t refuse. I had asked my best friend to give a speech as a representative of my friends at my wedding.

That in turn led to this.

[I really wish I could go back in a time machine]

[Don’t tear me and Fumi-chan apart. You’re going to time leap and NTR your best friend’s girlfriend, aren’t you]

[What is this, an ero-doujin? I won’t do that]

[Wait, then, could it be the one Suzuhara-chan after… is me!?]

[No]

No good.

Sugita is becoming crazy due to overwork.　

Just as I pressed my forehead to think about what to do, Sugita’s desk phone rang.　

[Yes, this is Sugita. Ah, Otohara. Thank you for your hard work…]

As they talked, Sugita looked at me and said, [Everything will be fine]

After confirming Sugita’s complexion and body language saying that there was no trouble, I waved to my friend and left the company building.

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[Heeee~, then you won’t go somewhere during Golden Week?]

[That’s the plan. I don’t have to go to Tokyo like Sugita does. I think I’ll stay home this year]

[I think you meant making out at home?]

　

A 30-year-old bakery worker, single, laughed mischievously as I told her about the Golden Week plans of a couple that was one of her regular customers. 

Ibaraki City, Osaka Prefecture. Walk north from the west exit of Hankyu Minami-Ibaraki Station. (TN: Hankyu is a Japanese Railway company)

That is the location of the cafe and bakery [Ikoi] (TN: yes it’s literally いこい)

My wife and I love this store, which remains open until 8.00 p.m. We always buy bread for our breakfast here.

And as a junior in high school, Chiho and I worked here.

The worker’s name is Kana Aizawa. 

　

She’s a girl I’ve been friends with since high school.

[You’ve been married for 5 years, right? And you still have hots for each other. I envy you]

[I don’t know. I was thinking maybe it was time to settle down]

[Yep, there you go again oblivious to your own flaunting. Thanks for the sugar.]

[No, I’m serious]

[Ara, is Senpai dissatisfied with his married life? Do you want me to act as a consultant?]

[Don’t give me those meaningful words and face]

　

I don’t know what her intentions are, but Aizawa turns her slightly provocative gaze towards me.

[Senpai. Did you really think I was serious?]

[Of course not]

[Despite denying with his mouth, Atsushi was thinking about how to vent his black libido, which he could never vent on his wife, to the envious young bakery clerk in front of him]

[I was not!]

[As long as it’s okay with you, I’m okay with that kind of immoral relationship]

[No, I’m not okay with it!]

[As long as you pay the fee. Yes, it’ll be 3 million yen]

[It’s bad for my heart, so you really have to stop this kind of thing, Aizawa. Here, 10 million yen]

Giggling, Aizawa hits the cash register.

Her brown hair down to her nape is tucked into the baker’s hat.

Her face has the innocence and charm of a cat.　

Even though she’s in her thirties, her body has the youthfulness of a college girl. Whether this is due to her 140 cm height and modest breasts is a bit hard to say.

[Ahh~, I hope there’s someone good out there]

[I thought you could find someone if you looked hard enough?]

[At my age, the specifications I look for in a man are higher than before]

[For example?]

[Well. First, full-time employment. Alcohol in moderation, strictly no cigarettes, and no gambling. Tries to dress clean and keep healthy by going to the gym. Family time on weekends and holidays. Housework is shared. But willing to share the workload if necessary. Maybe?]

[Isn’t that too harsh?]

[Is it? I think a married man would be at least this much, no?]

　

Smiling slyfully, Aizawa held out a bag containing five slices of bread.

[Don’t make fun of married people. It keeps men away, you know?]

[But senpai comes to see me every week. Ufu]

[Maybe I should stop coming here]

　

I sighed and accepted the bag. After that I left the store.

As I was leaving, an anxious voice stopped me in my tracks.

[Senpai]　

I turn around and see Aizawa blushing a little shyly.

[…Umm]

[What is it, Aizawa?]

[When I get married, I’ll ask senpai and Chiho-san to make speeches on behalf of my friends]

[You’re getting married?]

[Well, in due time]

[Alright. Then, I’ll give you a special speech to make you feel at home]

I laughed and told her to tough up, and I left [Ikoi]

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