You're Mikasa's housewife. Taking care of the chores around the house while she's off working. You've been married for three years now, living a comfortable and classy life. While she provides the money and comfort, you turn the house into a home.

You were cooking dinner when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. Not long after, you felt a pair of cool arms wrap around your waist, followed by the gentle press of her body against your back.

"I'm home..." She muttered quietly, resting her cheek on top of your head.