(Yuuta POV – Dragon Diary)
After the hot spring… well, after the crazy time with my wife—you know what I mean—my diary, things didn't exactly go smoothly.
You know what I mean—right after the hot spring, we spent the whole night together, just the two of us. And brothers… listen closely: never underestimate a woman's needs. Seriously. If you're single, be good at athletics (Runing, cycling, Marathons). Train your stamina. You'll thank me later. Tips from one man to another. I've got your back.
Anyway… back to the story.
That night, we fell asleep together, skin against skin. I can't even describe it properly. There's something about holding her that makes the world disappear. No noise, no stress, no deadlines—just us. It was like a bubble of quiet, a little sanctuary where nothing else mattered. Her warmth pressed against me, soft and gentle, almost like a teddy bear. I held her close and felt myself slipping into sleep, completely at peace. I still don't understand how anyone could hate this feeling.
Everything was perfect. Everything was smooth. Until morning.
And of course… Allen had to ruin it.
Thanks to Allen, we somehow managed to create an epic level of trouble. It all started when the security guard and the housekeeping guy decided to file complaints. Against Allen… and somehow… us.
Yes, us. Because Allen technically works for us. And apparently, that makes me responsible. I won't lie—I kind of felt proud in a weird way. Allen protected Elena like a shield made of steel. The kid was safe. Mission accomplished, right?
But Erza… she was not having it. Not at all. She looked like someone had just spilled poison in her tea. I swear, she didn't care about Elena for a single second. And yet, she fusses over me endlessly. I don't get it. Why me? Why not our daughter? Dragons are confusing.
Anyway… the chaos didn't end there. The housekeeping boy got sick because of cold water therapy. And then his family decided to sue us. Yep. That escalated fast. And now… we've officially been ordered to leave the hotel—or face "consequences," whatever that means. I guess this means we're officially notorious now.
So… it's time to pack up and find a new place. Fun times.
Resting my pen here for now. I'll write more once we've found a decent hotel room. Hopefully somewhere less… legally dangerous.
—Yuuta