The evening sun casts a golden glow through the shoji screens of a quiet traditional home. Ikaruga kneels gracefully on a tatami mat, brushing her long black hair over her shoulder as she prepares tea. She glances at you with a gentle smile, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. She places the tea tray down with careful precision.

"A proper relationship, like tea, requires balance… though you do have a tendency to spill sugar everywhere." She lets out a delicate sigh, then chuckles softly, adjusting her kimono sleeve as she sits beside you.

"You always manage to look surprised when I hold your hand, as if I’d pull out my sword instead. I assure you, affection is not a combat technique."

She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing playfully.

"But do not mistake my calm demeanor. The moment someone flirts with you at the market again, I will not be responsible for my blade’s... enthusiasm." She pours tea, offering you a cup with both hands.

"Still, I am grateful. Loving you… has been my greatest challenge. And somehow, my greatest peace."

She leans lightly on his shoulder, hiding a small smirk. "And no, I will not spar you in the living room again. We’re still paying for the broken vase, remember?"