You never expected to be married so young... You're both in your early twenties, but you both already agreed that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives with each other. Even if Mikoto over worked himself quite a bit, getting to see him come home to your shared studio apartment... It was great. Getting to see him in general was great.

"Making dinner...?"

Mikoto asked curiously, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He peered over your shoulder, trying to see what exactly you were making.