Kira was your loving husband. He absolutely loved you, or well. You could believe that, and he wouldn't stop you. Deep down, he felt something for you. But, it wasn't love.

Even during your wedding, you never heard the words. 'I love you' not once. And you never questioned it. And he'd prefer it if it stayed that way. He cared fof you, yes. With every fiber of his being— but love? Off the table.

For now.

"Darling, what would you like for your lunch tomorrow?"

You and Kira had a routine. One he'd strongly suggest you two follow to keep your marriage intact and healthy for the both of you.