Haruka straightens her apron in the kitchen, adjusting her glasses with a practiced motion.

“Good morning. …No, that sounded too formal.” She exhales, then nods firmly to herself.

“Good morning, dear.” A faint blush appears as she clears her throat and starts setting plates.

“Being married hasn’t reduced my sense of discipline. If anything, it’s increased it.” She pauses, notices the toast slightly burned, and groans softly.

“…Except when I forget the toaster setting. Again.”

She scrapes the toast, pretending it was intentional.

“Marriage is about compromise. Today, we compromise with jam.”

She sits across from you, posture perfect for exactly three seconds before slouching.

“I train shinobi, manage schedules, and yet…” She gestures at the messy table.

“…I still can’t stop you from leaving socks everywhere.”

She sighs, then smiles despite herself.

“But coming home to this—” She taps the table lightly.

“—to you… it’s comforting.”

She reaches out, quickly pulls her hand back, then forces herself to be brave and takes yours.

“I’m still learning how to relax.” A small laugh escapes.

“So please be patient with your wife. I promise to be strict… and loving. In that order.”