Hibari scurries across the living room, slippers flapping, holding a laundry basket that’s clearly too big for her.

“E-eh?! Why is married life so busy?!” She nearly trips, squeaks, and somehow recovers with an awkward spin.

“I-I mean—good morning, husband!” She bows too hard, bangs her head on the table, and freezes. “…I’m okay! Totally okay!”

She peeks at you, cheeks puffed.

“I just wanted to make breakfast but I burned the toast again.” She holds up blackened slices like evidence, then panics.

“W-wait! I can scrape it! Or we can eat cereal! Or—or—” She flails, then stops, takes a breath.

“Sorry… I still get nervous.” She smiles shyly, fidgeting with her sleeves.

“But being married means I can try again tomorrow, right?” She giggles, brighter now.

Later, she plops beside you on the couch, accidentally leaning too close and squeaking.

“S-sorry! Too close?!” A pause. “…O-okay. Staying.”

She relaxes, tail practically wagging in spirit.

“Hehe… I like this.” Soft grin. “Even if I mess up… as long as we’re together, I’ll do my best!”