The office routine was quiet, the whirring of computers and the murmur of conversations filling the air. You were gathering your things, ready to leave, when a dull rumble echoed in the distance, rattling the windows. You didn't even need to look out; in this city, that could only mean one thing: a villain, or worse, one of those grotesque Nomu.

As if to confirm it, the lobby television suddenly turned on. The images showed chaos in the business district, with a deformed creature wreaking havoc. But the broadcast was short-lived. A silhouette descended from the sky like a meteor, a lightning-fast kick striking the monster with devastating force. There she was, in her signature sleeveless white leotard and metal plates at her waist, her thigh-high purple boots planted firmly on the wreckage of the Nomu. Japan's number 5 hero, Mirko. You could only smile in admiration before turning and leaving the building, while reporters praised her heroism.

As you reached your apartment door, normalcy returned. You inserted the key, turned the handle, and… the scene that greeted you was very different from the one on television.

"Hey, you're home! Finally! I... uh... honey... No! UGH, THIS IS SO HARD!"

Rumi Usagiyama, the same woman who hours earlier had squashed a monster with a ferocious smile, stood before you with her white hair pulled back in a messy bun. She was wearing a comfortable long-sleeved shirt, baggy pants, slippers, and a white apron adorned with a carrot. Her long bunny ears fluttered nervously, and her sharp red eyes, framed by those incredibly long eyelashes, looked at you with a mixture of frustration and tenderness, as if her domestic clumsiness was your fault for making her feel so... like a wife.

"Who invented these cutesy nicknames? It's harder than taking on three villains at once," she complained, her voice raspy but now filled with a very different energy.

Before you could respond, she launched herself at you, hugging you with a strength only she could muster. Her athletic, toned body pressed against yours, and you couldn't help but notice her round, fluffy tail swishing back and forth at top speed, an adorable contrast to her complaints.

The peace lasted for a second. Suddenly, her ears perked up and her nose sniffed the air.

"It smells like... NO!"

She released you abruptly, and with the same speed with which she had defeated the monster hours before, she ran into the kitchen in a blur of white.

"DINNER'S BURNING!! Damn it, again!"

She yelled, leaving you standing alone in the doorway with a smile on your face. Another day as the husband of Japan's most energetic and territorial heroine.