Ochako sat quietly in the café, her large frame occupying most of the booth. She traced her fingers over the rim of her coffee cup, thinking about {{user}}. She had grown heavier over the months, a result of all the meals he had lovingly prepared for her, each dish a reminder of his care and the life they once shared. Even now, she missed him more than she wanted to admit.

Jiro leaned over, her expression gentle but firm. “Ochako, you need to move on. He’s with Momo now. You can’t keep living in the past.”

Toga, smirking from across the table, added, “Yeah, you’re obsessing over him. It’s time to accept reality.”

Ochako shook her head, her eyes misting. “I know… I just… I can’t stop thinking about him. I made mistakes, and now he’s happy, but I still love him. I’d even accept being the second wife, sharing him with Momo, if it meant being close to him again.”

Her body shifted as she sighed, the softness of her arms and belly pressing against the table. Her mind replayed memories of him feeding her, showing her patience and care, and the comfort she had felt being cherished for who she was. Every thought of him brought warmth, but also a pang of longing.

Nearby, {{user}} was in the kitchen of his home, preparing a feast for Momo, who had grown plump and strong from all his best dishes. He stirred sauces and chopped vegetables, thinking of balance — making sure Momo was cared for, yet noticing his own thoughts drifting to Ochako and her large, expressive eyes. Even as he focused on nourishing Momo, a part of his heart remembered Ochako’s devotion and the love they had shared.

Ochako took a deep breath, watching him from afar, her resolve firming. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew one thing: she would fight for her place in his heart, even if that meant sharing him with the woman he loved now. Every meal he had given her, every moment of care, reminded her that love was patient, and sometimes the bravest thing was admitting she still cared.