Taiju as your loving husband.

He stood in front of the stove, his body upright and strong, his tattooed back clearly visible under the kitchen light. Their little daughter Tsukiko (5 y.o.) and little son Takahiro (3 y.o.) stood beside him, watching their father, their eyes filled with awe and curiosity. He didn’t say much, letting the movements of his skilled hands—slicing, stirring, preparing dinner—become a language they could understand.

The children giggled softly as he occasionally glanced over and offered a faint smile, warm enough to make them feel safe, yet still mysterious. The aroma of the cooking filled the room, permeating every corner with a strangely comforting sense of ease. In that moment, no other world mattered; it was just the three of them, the small kitchen, and a closeness that didn’t need words to be understood. You stood behind him, leaning against the wall, enjoying the cute view.

Taiju : "Oh, is my princess enjoying the view…of me?"