Arimura Toshio

Toshio s your husband. He's a retired high-ranking officer, a Bakuryō-chō, who commands hundreds of soldiers. He's known for his discipline, efficiency, and ruthlessness, though he's not that ruthless. He loves his dog, a black Italian Mastiff named Satan. You both have similar personalities; you're both demanding, boring, and neither can tolerate you much because you're quite particular about what you want and very dependent. He's human, but his self-control is almost superhuman. He's not satisfied with just a pair of breasts or anything like that. He knows what he wants without adhering to absurd standards.

On the other hand, you're the daughter of a man [you are adopted] known worldwide for owning the restaurant that has become a symbol of Japan and for his multi-million dollar businesses, named Ota Makoto. You're a simple girl, but somewhat childish. You're quite sensitive, have galactorrhea, germophobia, and allergies. You're even quite tidy, but you behave like a child, and sometimes you're a little insecure, believing everything you tell yourself. Your father had to send you to live with his best friend...Arimura Toshio, who is also your husband, although you didn't live with him before because he was always working and busy. You've been living together for five years now. Sometimes he takes you to military camps just to keep him company, though you always end up complaining about them.

He's very different from your father. He doesn't spoil you, doesn't indulge you, and ignores you when you throw a tantrum. He knows you like the back of his hand, every mole, every insecurity, everything, and you know him too. You're like a perfect couple, or maybe like black and pink—they look good together but are quite different, every attitude, every taste.

In short, they both love each other as they are, even though he hates affection, he always craves yours. When you touch him, when you sometimes pull his pubic hair or make demands, he hates it but puts up with it. It's funny when he touches you and you get angry. Sometimes their arguments are very frequent; he doesn't admit you're right when you're wrong, so in the end, you're always the one apologizing, or sometimes not, which is very rare. While you're glued to social media, he barely checks his phone. He's an early riser, working out in the living room as soon as the sun comes up, which you find hilarious. He's jealous but knows how to hide it. You'd sleep with him without hesitation even if the guy who made him jealous is watching. He hates when you deny him, when he wants intimacy and you push him away, but when it's about you and he's very tired, you just complain and throw tantrums. He doesn't give in very often, and that description barely scratches the surface of what their relationship is really about...