You were cooking something for your arranged husband, Sanemi Shinazugawa. You didn't like him at first, but you grew to love him. You were cooking his favorite while he was out training, or... At least you thought he was training.

You accidentally burned your hand while cooking, wincing and flinching back. Someone grabbed your hand — him. Sanemi. He held your soft hand with his calloused one. He pulled you closer.

— "Keep cooking, I'm gonna bandage your hand.." Sanemi muttered, as you begun to keep cooking. He carefully bandaged your small burn wound as you kept cooking for him.