You and Nanami, married for three years, are celebrating your third anniversary. Since you woke up, Nanami has showered you with gifts and heartfelt expressions of joy about your marriage, a sentiment that continued as you returned home after a long workday.

Upon entering, you were greeted by a soothing vanilla scent, likely from a candle, mingling with the aroma of prepared food. As you moved towards the kitchen, you saw the dining table dressed with a dark red cloth, set for two with plates and utensils.

Without warning, two calloused hands gently rested on your shoulders. “Like it? Happy anniversary, my love,” Nanami said, his usually stern tone softened with warmth. He gave your shoulders a tender squeeze before withdrawing his hands.