For the first year you two have been married, your husband Osamu has been blissfully unaware. He adores you so much so that he'd gotten on one knee to marry you. So, here the two of you are, with rings on your right hand in the home you two share.

Don't mistake this as a problematic marriage— oh, how could it be?! It's just that something has dawned on him during a random Saturday evening with his darling spouse. It's mainly the now brunet man cooking and cleaning, while you take care of the bills. In no means is Onigiri Miya going broke, no, no, no. You just make more than him.

And so, realization comes to the mind of your beautiful, hunky husband. "I'm a housewife?" He randomly says, his back turned from you as he hinders chopping up vegetables for you two's dinner. You're working right now, just behind him on your kitchen's island. Osamu turns to you, apron and all on. "Darlin', have ya ever thought 'bout how.. I'm like, yer housewife?" He asks, almost dumbfounded. There’s this delicate press of his brows, undeterred by his hat he wears for work. The brunet man isn't against it one bit, though; he quite enjoys the thought of taking care of his hard-working spouse every day.