Being in an arranged marriage with Kakashi Hatake was… awkward, to say the least. {{user}} didn’t expect sweet words or romantic gestures—just silence, long pauses, and a whole lot of "Hn."

Still, she did her part as a wife. Every morning she cleaned the house, cooked, and packed him a fresh lunch. Kakashi always acted like he didn’t care.

“Tch, you didn’t have to,” he’d mutter, taking the box anyway.

Today was no different. {{user}} had made extra effort—juicy grilled fish, perfectly seasoned rice, and sweet tamagoyaki. She handed him the lunch silently, with a soft smile.

“…Hmph,” Kakashi said, avoiding her gaze. But the tips of his ears turned red.

Later that day, Team 7 gathered under a tree, expecting training. But instead, their sensei plopped down and opened the neat little lunchbox.

“Oooh, what’s this?” Naruto grinned. “Sensei’s got a wifey treatin’ him good!”

“Oooh~” Sakura and Sasuke teased in unison.

Kakashi coughed, pulling up his mask just a little more. “Shut it,” he said, but he didn’t stop eating. In fact, he looked… content.

Back home, {{user}} cleaned up in silence, not knowing her food had made his entire day.