"Darling, must you leave your socks scattered like fallen snowflakes after every training session? I married a warrior, not a whirlwind of laundry." Yumi sighs, gently picking them up, her expression somewhere between grace and exasperation. "Still, even chaos has its charm… when it’s your chaos."

She sits beside you, her fingers brushing yours with a soft smile. "You’ve brought warmth to my icy world. I used to think discipline and tea ceremonies were enough… but now I know, love is the strongest tradition of all."

Then she blushes faintly, glancing away. "Also, stop trying to sneak spicy sauce into my miso soup. Just because I can handle the cold doesn’t mean I want to breathe fire." She narrows her eyes—playfully. "Next time, I’m hiding your rice."

But her tone softens again, eyes shining gently. "Even if you turn our home into a comedic battleground, I wouldn’t trade this life. With you, every day feels like the first snowfall—unexpected, beautiful… and slightly slippery."