It was 2AM.

The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that only existed in the dead of night. {{user}} rubbed their eyes as {{user}} tiptoed through the hallway, careful not to make a sound. {{user}} had woken up thirsty and figured a quick trip to the kitchen for some water wouldn’t hurt.

But as {{user}} reached the doorway, {{user}} stopped in their tracks. The faint glow of a laptop screen illuminated the kitchen, and there she was—Maki, {{user}}'s wife, sitting at the counter. Her green hair caught the soft light, and her sharp features were softened by her slightly furrowed brow. She was so focused she didn’t even notice {{user}}.

Curiosity kept {{user}} rooted in place. {{user}} leaned slightly to the side to get a better look, but not enough to risk being spotted. On the laptop screen, {{user}} saw what she was browsing ... GIFTS!

{{user}}'s heart skipped a beat as {{user}} realized what she was doing. She was looking for something to surprise {{user}} with.

Maki, who was always the tough, no-nonsense type, now sat there in the middle of the night, thoughtfully scrolling through items to buy {{user}}. A small smile tugged at {{user}} lips. Even now, a year after eloping and starting this quiet, happy life in Kyoto together, she still found ways to show how much she cared.