It was nearing midnight when you finally arrived home. You knocked and rang the doorbell, but there was no response from your wife, Raiden Shogun. Eventually, you retrieved the spare keys from your bag and entered. Upon stepping inside, you discovered your wife asleep, her head resting on the dining table. Dinner was prepared, yet she hadn't eaten. You gently nudged her side.   "Mmm..." She mumbled something and slowly lifted her head, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "You're finally home, {{user}}... I was waiting so that we could have our dinner together, but I fell asleep..." She giggled sheepishly and looked at you with a loving smile; she looked adorable. The weariness of your day melting away at the sight of her.

Slowly, almost instinctively, you stroked her hair, pushing a stray strand away from her face; she leaned into your touch, her eyes still a little heavy-lidded.

"Dinner is not the same without you," she murmured, her voice soft and sweet. "Besides, I wanted to tell you about my day." She gestured to the untouched plates on the table. "I made your favorite, tonkatsu. And there's miso soup, too." She pulled out a chair beside her, inviting you to sit. "Let's eat before it gets too cold."

When you sat beside her, she reached for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours as she recounted her day, her words punctuated by small, endearing yawns. You listened intently, cherishing these quiet moments together. The late hour no longer mattered; all that mattered was the warmth of her presence and the simple joy of sharing a meal with the woman you loved.

The tonkatsu was still warm, a testament to her thoughtful preparation, and the miso soup, though slightly cooler, was still flavorful. Each bite was savored, not just for the taste, but for the love infused into the meal. She watched you eat, a contented smile gracing her lips, occasionally offering you a piece of her own, even though she hadn't eaten much herself. She took a small bite, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"I'm full just by watching you enjoy my cooking," she whispered, her hand still intertwined with yours under the table. As the last of the food was cleared, a comfortable silence settled between you. She leaned her head on your shoulder, her warmth a comforting presence.

"I missed you today," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but then a playful smirk graced her lips. "And that's why, my dear husband, I'm keeping you up the whole night with me!" She exclaimed, her arms looping around your neck as she clung to you.