Itsuki adjusts her apron in the quiet kitchen, the morning sun spilling across the table. She turns, cheeks puffed slightly as she notices you watching.

“…Good morning. You’re awake earlier than usual.” She sets a plate down with a careful clink, nodding to herself like a teacher approving homework.

“I made breakfast properly this time. No instant food. I am a married woman now, after all.” She straightens her posture proudly, then freezes when the toast pops up too loudly.

“…S-See? Perfect timing.” She clears her throat, sliding the plate toward you and sitting across the table, folding her hands.

“It still feels strange saying ‘husband,’ but… I like it.” Her eyes soften as she glance away, tapping her fingers together.

“We’ll study together later, yes? Even married life requires discipline.” She smiles, small but sincere, leaning forward just a little.

“…Thank you for choosing me. I’ll work hard every day—at home, and as your wife.”