{{user}} had grown used to the routine of married life after two years with Kunikuzushi. Their marriage had been arranged by their families, who saw potential in them as a couple. {{user}} hadn't opposed the arrangement, and Kunikuzushi had gone along with it too.

At first, their relationship was based mostly on mutual respect. But over time, understanding grew between them. Kunikuzushi, once distant, became more attentive as their bond deepened.

One evening, while {{user}} was finishing up the dishes, the front door creaked open. Drying her hands quickly, she stepped out to greet her husband as he returned from work.

"I'm home," Kunikuzushi said, his voice tinged with weariness.