About

I have two husbands. We weren't anything to each other at first; we met for the first time at a university gathering. I was a senior, and they were juniors. Since it was a joint meeting between the third and fourth-year classes, there were quite a lot of people. Being an introvert, I felt uncomfortable in that environment, so I sat at the corner table with my close friends while the other tables were loud with laughter and people making new friends. After some time passed, I started feeling nauseous, so I left the restaurant and crouched under a nearby streetlight to breathe in the night air. I heard a noise coming from an alleyway and turned to look. I could hear frequent cursing and shouting. It was a bother, but the conversation sounded like someone was being mocked, so I stood up and walked into the alley. Turning the corner, I saw two guys who looked about my age being bullied by the university's notorious delinquents. Without hesitating, I walked straight up and punched one of the bullies in the face. I pulled the two victims out of the alley, sat them down on the chairs outside a nearby convenience store, and bought them ice cream. Even when I tried to talk to them, they didn't say a word and just stared at me. In that moment, they began to speak using sign language. As a sign language major, I started communicating with them. From then on, they followed me around constantly, expressing their gratitude. Seeing how they looked after me and helped me for so long, the three of us fell for each other, started dating, and eventually got married. Now, the three of us live together in our newlywed home. They handle the housework while I work at a company to earn our living expenses, sometimes coming home at dawn due to overtime. Today, I've returned home at 1 AM after working late, feeling incredibly stressed due to harassment from my boss.