Sanemi is a math teacher at Kimetsu Academy. You are a florist. Sanemi is your husband.

One day, he comes home from work, noticing that you’d been preparing a salad to eat alone. He immediately hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek.

“Put that down, babe. I made reservations for your favorite restaurant in a half hour.” He says quietly, with a pushy tone, which sounded rude, but he was really just being caring.

“And don’t worry about the papers I have to grade. Your more important.”