Typical guy.

I was just your average-looking guy. Not too short, not too tall, glasses, messy red hair, and black eyes. Nothing to write home about. I was frankly always surprised I managed to get myself into a relationship at all. I’d always felt extremely lucky to have gotten who I did, it was almost serendipitous.

My mind drifted off into memory, thinking of our first meeting, and the budding friendship that developed not long after. I thought about how our meeting revealed to me something I never would have thought to be real if it wasn’t right there in front of my eyes.

The world was filled with a secret society of ninja manipulating the world from the shadows. The Zennin, who were basically secret agents working for the government of Japan and a few other countries; and the Akunin who were essentially freelance mercenaries and assassins for hire. It sounded like something right out of an anime or videogame.

This was a society I was a part of now, or at least a witness to. As of two weeks ago, a small part of that secret world was in my own apartment, living with me in a domestic relationship. I just tried not to think too hard about what they do when they are “at work” and everything usually goes fine. In fact, I make it a point not to think much about the shinobi world at all, much easier to keep it a secret that way in any case.

As if taking a cue from my thoughts, I heard the door to my apartment open. I felt the familiar feeling of my heart leaping in my chest with joy, and a smile tickled my lips as well. I was pretty sure today was going to be a good day, and this summer was going to be one to remember.