Couple's Essay Part 4: Doing At-Home Laser Hair Removal Side-by-Side with My Husband's Protégé

Kapi-san has a protégé.
He is a colleague at his company who is two years his junior.
His name is "Bee".
Since he lives nearby, he is often with Kapi-san and comes over to our house frequently.

One day, Kapi-san asks me.
"Pu-san, you have that thing, right? The hair removal device that goes zap?"

What Kapi-san is referring to is
the Panasonic light-based beauty device; in short, a hair removal device that uses light to thin out unwanted hair and fuzz.

"Yeah. I have it, I have it (though I haven't used it lately)."

"I want you to teach Bee how to use it!"

……………………?

Huh?
B-Bee?

"Bee bought a hair removal device the other day, too."

"O-oh, I see... Well, men do get hair removal these days."

"Exactly. He's worried about his thick back and chest hair, so I went to the electronics store with him the other day and haggled for a discount."

...Haggled.
Come to think of it, he did the same for me.

"Alright, sure."

And thus, I ended up giving Bee a lecture on the light-based beauty device.

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Our home washroom.
Three and a half tatami mats in size.
The washing machine, sink, and dresser are lined up side-by-side.
In that cramped space—
Bee and I were standing side-by-side.

Why, you ask?
For the lecture on the light-based beauty device, of course.

"With this, you do it like this, and flash it on your skin for a split second."

Zap.

I demonstrate using my own light-based beauty device.

"Oh, I see."
"By the way, don't use it on dark areas or moles. You'll get burned."
"Oh! I see!"

We stand side-by-side, zapping away at ourselves.

…What on earth are you doing?

“Are you done yet?”

Kapi-san’s voice. As soon as he walked into the washroom, he said, “Oh, you’re doing it,” with a sense of deep appreciation.

The three of us were reflected side-by-side in the washroom mirror.

My husband, his protégé, and me.
For some reason, none of us felt that anything was out of the ordinary.

I think married life is probably about accepting these kinds of “inexplicable scenes” as if they were perfectly normal.