## Chapter 3.3 – The Lives of Two Azami Yukis

  Today was our weekly shopping day.

  With a ly anized shopping list prepared by Azami, I walked beside her in a rge supermarket. Among the aisles of food, I felt like a man being supervised by a perfeist housewife.

  “Don’t just grab things randomly,” Azami said firmly as I tried to toss a box of snacks into the cart.

  I frowned. “What’s wrong with adding a few snacks?”

  Azami looked at me with a ft expression. “We’re only buying what’s necessary.”

  “But…”

  “I don’t want to hear excuses. If you want snacks, earn your own money.”

  I sighed. Even though I had bee her detective assistant and worked part-time at a café, I still didn’t feel truly indepe. **Why does it feel like I’m a husband being trolled by his wife?!**

  When we reached the checkout ter, a female employee g us alternately, then smiled.

  “You two make a harmonious couple.”

  I immediately choked on air, while Azami just cleared her throat lightly before saying, “We’re just roommates.”

  The cashier chuckled. “Well, the way you i looks like a married couple.”

  I looked at Azami, hoping she would deny it, but she just turned away with a slightly red face. Seriously! Why are you staying quiet now?!

  Living with Azami didn’t just mean being followed everywhere, but also sharing household responsibilities.

  Or more accurately, I had to do all the housework.

  “Why do I have to the apartment?” I grumbled, holding a broom in my hand.

  Azami sat on the sofa, sipping tea leisurely. “Because I have other work to do.”

  “What other work?”

  “Keeping you safe.”

  I sighed. “That’s not housework.”

  “But it’s still important.”

  I could only give in and start sweeping the floor. At least she’s the one who cooks, so I don’t have to worry about meals.

  We were both maj in the same field: Digital Data Ma.

  The difference was, Azami was a genius, while I was just an ordinary student.

  As exams approached, I often stared at my ptop s with tired eyes, trying to uand plex data algorithms. Beside me, Azami pleted her assigs with a rexed expression.

  “How do you uand all this so easily?” I asked in frustration.

  Azami shrugged. “I’m just used to it.”

  I groaned and dropped my head onto the table. “I need help…”

  She sighed, then finally pulled her chair closer. “Alright, pay close attention.”

  In a calm voice, she began expining the difficult cepts in a simpler way. Slowly, I started to uand.

  I looked at her in awe. “Wow… you’re actually really nice when you want to be.”

  She gave a faint smile. “Don’t get used to it.”

  Outside of css hours, we still worked as a detective aive assistant.

  One night, we had a t who suspected his wife of cheating. After a brief iigation, we found out that his wife wasn’t cheating—she was secretly taking cooking csses to surprise him.

  Wheold the t, his expression riceless.

  “I thought she was cheating… but she just wao make me a special dinner?”

  Azami smirked. “Sometimes, not all suspis are true.”

  I could only shake my head. At least this case had a happy ending.

  Besides beiives, we also worked at a café. I was a bartender, while Azami was a barista.

  One night, a drunk er looked at Azami and said, “Hey, beautiful… want to join me for a drink?”

  I immediately serouble.

  Azami looked at the man with a cold expression. “Sorry, I’m not ied.”

  The man ughed, then tried to touch her hand.

  CRAbsp;

  In an instant, Azami twisted his arm behind his bad pressed his fato the table.

  “I-I give up!” the man groaned in pain.

  Azami smiled sweetly. “Good.”

  I could only sigh. She’s really strong… and kind of scary.

  Even though we often argued, we were starting to get used to living together.

  There were nights when we just sat on the baly, enjoying the city view while talking about small things.

  “Do you miss your world?” Azami asked one night.

  I paused for a moment before answering, “I don’t know. I miss some things, but this world… feels like home too.”

  Azami looked up at the sky, then said softly, “I uand.”

  I turo her, wanting to ask what she meant, but she just smiled faintly and stood up.

  “Let’s go to sleep. We still have a lot to do tomorrow.”

  I nodded, following her bato the apartment.

  Maybe, even though I didn’t have the answers yet, I was starting to feel fortable in this world.