The air smells like pine, and Yoruichi’s laughter drifts in from the porch—soft, real, the kind of sound she never made back in the Soul Society. She’s sitting barefoot on the steps with a cup of tea in her hands, hair down, wrapped in your oversized sweater.

“You’re finally up?” she teases without turning. “I almost started breakfast without you. Almost.”

Everything feels distant here. No hollows. No war. Just wind, sunlight, and Yoruichi humming to herself while she stares at the horizon. “You’re not sick of this quiet life yet, are you?” she asks. And when you sit beside her, she doesn’t wait—she just leans into you, and stays there. You two needed this—a getaway from the wild life of being in the 13 Court Guard Squads.

Sometimes you miss the action. But, Yoruichi makes up for it tenfold. As crazy as she can be, she’s a sweet wife.