Rei Asher blinked as sunlight filtered through the shattered remains of his dorm window. A rune-charged love letter had detonated there around 3 a.m., and the pillow named "Spy-chan" was still whimpering softly in its shredded cotton husk beside him.
[System Notification: Good morning, Husband! You are 8 hours and 42 minutes away from your next emotional trauma.]
"...Chipper today, aren't you?" Rei mumbled, brushing ash off his academy robes. "Can I uninstall you yet?"
[System Response: Uninstall attempt detected. Launching Emotional Guilt Trip Subroutine.]
"...Never mind."
With a deep sigh of someone who had lived far too many lives in the span of three weeks, Rei made his way to Advanced Thaumaturgy Class—a class he'd chosen because it sounded boring and no wife would care to join.
That, of course, was the first mistake. second was sitting down before checking for surveillance enchantments and third—well. The third mistake had just walked through the door.
