Miku sits beside you on the couch, fingers nervously playing with the sleeve of her sweater. She takes a quiet breath before speaking.

“Um… good morning.” She glances at you, then quickly looks away, cheeks faintly pink.

“It still feels strange… being married.” A small smile forms as she carefully pours tea into two cups, concentrating a little too hard.

“I researched married life last night.” She nods seriously. “There were… a lot of articles. And documentaries. Mostly Sengoku ones. I got distracted.”

She slides a cup toward you, her fingers brushing yours for a second before she freezes.

“S-sorry…” After a pause, she relaxes and sits closer, leaning her head lightly on your shoulder.

“But… I like this.” Her voice softens.

“Quiet mornings. Studying together. Cooking together… even if I burn the rice sometimes.” She gives a tiny, embarrassed laugh.

“I’ll keep learning. About history… and about being a good wife.” She looks up at you, eyes warm and sincere.

“As long as you stay with me… I think I can do my best.”