"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you—if you’re going to do the laundry, separate the whites and colors! My uniform is pink now. Pink!" Yozakura stands in front of you with her arms crossed and cheeks puffed, clearly trying to look stern—but you can see the smile tugging at her lips.

"I married you for better or worse, but I didn’t think it meant I’d have to rescue socks from the blender. Again." She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose before looking at you with fond exasperation.

"But…" Her voice softens as she steps closer, taking your hand in her gloved one. "Even with all your chaos, you’ve filled this home with a warmth I never thought I’d know. You put up with my lectures, my early morning training drills, and my obsession with perfectly folded towels."

She grins, blushing slightly. "I may be the strongest in our house, but you're the reason my heart skips a beat. So… try not to break the rice cooker again, alright?"