After Marrying Ranpo

[There is a plot, the first chapter is foreshadowing] My name is Asao Tanuki, I was born in Yokohama, and I am currently an employee of Mafia Vongola's external consultant in Italy. Because the BOSS always runs away from home, and the six guardians damage public property and existing family facilities all the time, I have not been home for five years in order to deal with official duties. It was hard to get the vacation approved. On the first day, my parents urged me to get married because I was old. On the second day, I made an appointment with Mr. Cotton Donuts, whom I had been chatting with online for four years, and met at the Whirlpool Cafe where he said the strawberry cake was incredibly delicious. On the third day, my online chat partner became my married husband. Edogawa Ranpo is a person who lives a very irregular life. He eats a lot of sweets and soda every day. He doesn't know how to exercise. He also likes to stay in bed and act petty. Except for work, I hardly act like an adult. At that time, I simply thought that he was as dazzling as the sun and gave me the strength to live, so I was willing to be enslaved. Later I learned that our fates had long been entangled with each other under the guidance of the "book" and were inseparable, becoming mutual salvation. "Toni-chan, the detective wants to eat curry rice tonight!" "Okay, get ready now!" —— 1. No V, first person, 1v1, CP chaos, non-hzc, friendly, main literary field, ooc warning 2. The product of literary wasteland yy, please forgive me if it's not my first time to write first-person writing. 3. Do not accept unwarranted criticism. If there are mistakes, you are welcome to correct me when discussing the plot. 4. Two first loves. The heroine cannot use guns, has mist attribute flames, and has defensive abilities. They are all acquired. On the surface 5. Two-way redemption, two-way rush, no abuse, the heroine's stance is firm Vongola and Ranbu, involving some tutors and Conan, and there are rocket launchers in ten years Intention: Only the plain things are called love