AN: I'm having way too much fun with this story. I'm just constantly coming up with things to do with the happy married couple as opposed to the dating ones. Maybe it's because it's easier to create believable points of conflict with married life than 5 iterations of Fuutarou x Quint help other Quints move on.
Chapter 3: A Day in the Life of Fuutarou Uesugi
Day three of living in their new house as a married couple. Another day for work. Fuutarou awoke at the same time he always woke up. He had become a creature of habit after years of meticulous training to maintain his one-hundred-percent attendance at school and work. He tried to never take a sick day, even if he should. He always saved his vacation days for special occasions. His job paid more than enough to cover all his expenses. He had a great healthcare and retirement plan. It covered all the work benefits one could ask.
The only downside was that he worked ten hour shifts, but it was consistent. Eight a.m. to six p.m. Monday through Friday. He'd get an hour off for lunch from eleven to noon. It was very white collar grunt work. He was content with it at the moment, but wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to climb the corporate ladder. He often stressed about the possibility of losing his job. So, he strived to be the best worker in his division. He made himself indispensable. And he did so without having to kiss the bosses ass. He always quietly came to work, did his best, and then returned home to his wife.
Speaking of said wife, it was her day off. So, she was sleeping in. Fuutarou woke up at five-thirty and carefully freed himself from her arms as not to disturb her. When his feet touched the floor he looked back at her. He ran the back of his hand over her smooth skin. She was perfect. She was his savior. She was the one who made him complete. She was the one he loved more than anything in the world. The only thing he was worried about was that he wasn't giving her the love she deserved. But moments like this made him feel better. That perfect smiling face could only belong to someone who was perfectly happy.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Unsatisfied with that, he kissed her lips. She still had the scent of the previous night's activities. It was a reminder that under the sheets she wasn't wearing anything.
He shook the thought from his head. It was always tempting. He could easily call into work sick and just spend the entire day with Yotsuba. He had to fight that urge every single day, ever since he got this job. That smile was his reward for his hard work. That's what he fought for. She spent enough time worrying about everything, she didn't need to worry about their finances. That was his job as the man of the house.
He went about the morning routine. He started up the coffee pot, ate a pastry for breakfast and then jumped in the shower. While he was in there, Yotsuba must have woken up. She came into the bathroom while he was washing up.
"Good morning." She said.
"Yotsuba." Fuutarou groaned.
"I didn't think you'd mind me coming in here." Yotsuba said. "I really had to pee."
"You should still knock." He said.
"Sorry." She snickered. "Mind if I join you." The offer was tempting, but he was already done. He answered by shutting off the shower and pulling a towel around himself. "Drat." She snapped her fingers.
"Maybe next time." He said as he towled himself off. He felt her eyes skimming over his body. He was much more in shape than he was when they first started dating. He wasn't going to win any awards or stand up to any underwear models, but he was still very attractive.
Fuutarou walked into the kitchen and started drinking his coffee. Yotsuba followed behind him and did the same. They didn't say anything. They didn't need to. They were perfectly content drinking their coffee and silence and shooting each other the occasional cute and flirty glare. It was a moment like this that made Fuutarou realize Yotsuba was the one he loved. She alone had the power to share a comfortable silence with him.
He got dressed while he finished up his coffee. Yotsuba changed into her day clothes at the same time. He wore one of his suits. She put on a green 428 shirt and overalls. She tied his tie for him while he put her favorite ribbon in her hair.
"Do you have to go to work?" She muttered.
"Not this again." He sighed.
"You're my husband." She fell into his arms and squeezed tight around him. "We just got married! Why can't we just spend one more day hanging out and doing fun stuff?"
"Will you cut that out!" He snapped and pulled her up by her bow.
"I'm sorry!" She cried. "I didn't mean to annoy you."
"Look we're both new to this whole being married and living together, thing." He started fixing her bow. "But I need, we need this job. Believe me, it's hard not taking advantage of my standing and abusing it for sick days where I just roll around in bed with you. But I need to stay diligent. And honestly, we need to be thankful for the time we do get and not ask for too much more. Otherwise we'd end up neglecting our other friends and hobbies."
"I know." Yotsuba pouted. "The same thing I hate about all this, is the thing that made me fall in love with you."
"It'll pass." Fuutarou said before kissing her. The kiss was long and full of passion. If Yotsuba didn't know any better, it was the type of heated kiss usually saved for the evening.
"Knock 'em dead at work darling." She gave him one last kiss on the cheek then stared into his eyes. He loved her eyes, and it made him think about how blue their kids' eyes would be.
Fuutarou left the car with Yotsuba so that she could go grocery shopping. He took his moped and arrived a few minutes later. The office was stuffy. With the same single-minded focus that made him one of the top students in the country, he worked. He read reports, responded to emails, typed up reports of his own, looked into different projects for his boss and did everything he could to keep from being distracted. The fewer distractions, the more he'd accomplish and the faster time would go.
"Yo, Uesugi-San." His desk neighbor got his attention. Tokoyami-San was one of the only people Fuutarou would call a work friend. Yotsuba had insisted on making friends with his co-workers. Being friendly was easy, actually becoming friends was hard. But it had been for the better. Yotsuba could never follow what Fuutarou was talking about when he would explain his job. She tried her damndest bless her heart. "It's about time for lunch."
"Hmm." He looked at his watch. Sure enough it was time for his lunch break.
He and Tokoyami ordered sandwiches from a shop down the street so that they didn't have to leave. They were joined by a few other people around the office. They talked about what they were working on until the subject of girls was brought up.
"Uesugi-San, you and Yotsuba-San just got married, right?" Tokoyami said.
"Yeah." He responded as he began to fondle his wedding band.
"Ooooh, I'm so jealous." Tokoyami said. "I barely even get the chance to meet girls anymore, let alone one as beautiful as her. If you don't mind me saying."
"I'm well aware of how attractive my wife is." Fuutarou teased.
"I remember when I got married." Sado-San said. He was an older man who had been with the company for over ten years. It took him half of that time to work his way up from the very bottom. Everything he knew, he knew thanks to this job. He wasn't like Fuutarou who was able to enter the company at such a high position. "It took a lot of work. We fought a lot. But that just made us stronger."
"We're still well into the honeymoon phase I guess." Fuutarou laughed. "We argue sometimes but have never really fought. She knows her mental limits, even if she still has a hard time knowing her physical limits."
"If I was married to such a pretty girl, I would find every excuse to stay home." Tokoyami said.
"She's beautiful, but that's not why we chose each other. She loved me even when I couldn't love myself. She and her sisters made me who I am today. They reminded me of my purpose and why I started studying so hard. They took this extraordinarily intelligent asshole and made him…..human."
"I think you two are going to last." Sado said. "From what you've told me, there's not really anyone who can compete with her except her sisters. And I would hope that would never happen."
"I can't imagine being with any other girl." Fuutarou said. He retold the story of how they first crossed paths again five years ago and how she was the first one to openly accept him out of the quintuplets. By the time he got to the interesting part of the story it was time to get back to work.
The following few hours flew by. Fuutarou wrapped up everything he needed to do and spent the last hour or two double checking his work. One of his co-workers had often joked that he should be a secretary or writer with how fast he could type. It wasn't actually his speed, it was the fact that he never had to stop.
"Clocking out?" Tokoyami asked as Fuutarou stood.
"It's that time." He said. "I'm going to go home before my wife thinks about cooking an actual meal."
"Is she a bad cook?"
"She's good with simple things like sandwiches or pizza. But I'm a better cook when it comes to most anything else." He stopped for a second. "Should probably grab a bottle of wine on my way home." Yotsuba was supposed to go grocery shopping. He hoped she didn't forget. But since wine wasn't on the list she probably wouldn't have even thought about it.
He noticed his hands were starting to cramp. It would happen every so often because of how much typing he did at his job. But usually they wouldn't start cramping until Thursday or Friday. It was only Tuesday. He wondered why they were cramping up so much sooner now than before. Then he remembered what he had been doing the last several nights and his face went red.
He stopped by the store and picked out a bottle of cheap wine. Even though he was getting the cheapest thing he could, he felt a piece of him die as he forked over the cash for it. He had to keep telling himself that he was doing it for Yotsuba. It was the only way to live with the guilt of buying so shamelessly.
When he arrived home, Yotsuba was still putting away groceries. It looked like she had put off the one thing she was supposed to do until the last minute. Not that it mattered so long as they could make something for dinner.
"Welcome home love." Yotsuba said as she stacked a box of cereal on the top shelf of the pantry.
"Thought you'd have taken care of all this long before I got home." Fuutarou said.
"Sorry, but I got distracted by this really cute documentary about wolves. Now I want a dog."
"That would be nice." He sighed. He was more of a cat person but he also hadn't actually ever had a pet. "I got us some wine." He said as he set the bottle on the counter.
"Oops." She blushed. "Um ...I did too." She pulled out a bottle from their otherwise vacant liquor cabinet.
"That's fine, more for later." He shook his head at first. Then he noticed the bottle. He grabbed it from her hands and examined it. His heart, and part of his mind broke when he saw the price tag.
"Figured any price would be worth it if we have fun together." Yotsuba blushed as she scratched the back of her head. Fuutarou didn't know whether to be guilty for being so stingy, or angry that she spent so much money on a bottle. His anger won out.
"Yotsuba." He restrained himself as he set the bottle down.
"Uh oh." Yotsuba knew what was coming and took a step back. He snatched her up by the ribbon in her hair.
"Why do you always buy the expensive stuff? It's not worth it and it tastes no different to me!"
"I'm sawry!" She whined. Having gotten it out of his system with the one scream, he set her down and started fixing the ribbon. She hung her head down and sniffled as tears formed in her eyes.
"I know we're well off Yotsuba." His voice started to level out. "But the best way to stay on top of things is to be responsible with our money. You never know when something is going to come up."
"I wasn't thinking." Yotsuba said as she wiped her face. "I'm sorry you had to settle for someone so impulsive and dumb."
"It's okay." Fuutarou said as he put his hands on her shoulders. "Just think things through. There's a lot of better ways to make me happy that don't cost money."
"Hmph." Her whole body perked up. She bit her lower lip and grinned. She looked so desirable when she started acting cute. For his own health he should probably write up some rules on when she was allowed to look flirty.
"I should probably start making dinner." He changed the subject before his face turned fully red. She grabbed his hand and started playing with it.
"Sure you don't want to do something else before you make food? Maybe something involving me on the kitchen counter." She looked smug and confident now that he was blushing. Just a minute ago she was sad because she thought he was mad. But he could never stay mad at that face.
"Not right now Yotsuba." He gave her a head pat and shoved her away.
He then put on an apron and started making a stir fry. All the while Yotsuba turned on the radio and danced around the kitchen singing. She was decent at singing so long as she wasn't drunk. She wasn't going to become an idol girl anytime soon but it still made Fuutarou happy to hear her voice.
Yotsuba did most of the talking while they ate. She mostly just blabbed about what kind of dog they might get someday. She also shopped around some potential names for the puppy. She liked the name Clover because some clovers had four leaves. Always fours with this girl. Four was her lucky number, and her birth number, and she considered herself lucky. She might be the only person in Japan so attached to that particular digit.
After dinner, Fuutarou cracked open the bottle of cheap wine. He figured he'd save the more expensive bottle for special occasions. He sat on the couch with Yotsuba, who was eating a pudding cup for desert.
"You know what Fuutarou-Kun, we should invite some of your work friends to go bowling."
"I don't like bowling though." He responded.
"Only because you suck at it." She snickered. "But nobody will care if there's something you're not good at so long as we have fun."
"We can have plenty of fun here." He said. Yotsuba contemplated his phrasing. She sucked on her spoon for a minute, unintentionally giving him bedroom eyes for a few seconds. She then shook her head.
"If we're going to have fun here than we need something more than just a TV and a game system." She said. "Like a pool table or something."
"Those are expensive."
"Than I'll save up my own money." She declared. "I'm the last person to call you a killjoy but it has been getting really lonely when I'm home alone with nothing to do. We have this house and plenty of friends but even if I invite them over there's not much to do."
"I understand." Fuutarou said as he cupped her cheek. "Try to get something cheaper than a pool table though. Would a poker set suffice?"
"I'll think about it." She rolled her eyes and trapped his hand between her cheek and shoulder.
"Ooh, that reminds me, my hands been cramping up and I blame you."
"Oh poor baby." She grabbed his hand and started molding it like dough. She set her empty pudding cup on the table and spun onto his lap. He pulled her into a delicate kiss. "I guess I'll give your hands a break."
"I don't know if I liked the way you said that." Fuutarou started to sweat.
"Shishishi." Yotsuba bit her bottom lip again and grabbed the bottom of her shirt.
In the throes of passion they barely made it back to the bedroom having hit every wall and piece of furniture along the way. Fuutarou passed out first. He fell asleep with Yotsuba wrapping herself around him from behind. As much fun as he always had with her, he was in desperate need of a break.