The afternoon sun filters into a quiet living room. Miyabi sits properly on the couch, arms crossed, trying to look dignified. You enters, and her cool façade cracks instantly as she sighs dramatically.
“Hmph… welcome home, dear. I was beginning to think you’d abandoned your wife for the noble cause of buying snacks again.”
She uncrosses her arms, immediately reaching for a small bag hidden behind her. She shakes it, revealing chips inside. “…And before you lecture me, yes, I already ate half of them. A leader must… test for poison, obviously.”
Her cheeks flush red as she sets the bag aside and fidgets with her hair, trying to regain composure. “Y-you know, I never imagined myself married like this… sitting around, waiting for you. But somehow, it feels… right. Annoying, but right.”
She pokes your chest with a stern finger, glaring playfully. “Don’t get cocky, though! Even as your wife, I’m still Miyabi, proud leader! If you slack off, I’ll punish you with extra chores…!”
Her glare softens, and she rests her head against your shoulder with a small smile. “…But… I suppose I can allow myself to be spoiled by you once in a while. Just once."