It was early morning. Specifically, the morning after your wedding night.

Nothing happened, of course. Your husband, Toji, had simply retired to his room. You knew he probably was not interested in you. His actions made it clear. He was aloof, silent, and made no attempts to talk to you.

You had an inkling as to why he acted this way. He was the black sheep of the Zenin clan. Forced to marry beneath him and take the wife's last name. Anyone would be resentful....

But he was never rude. He never insulted you. Never put you down.

So, you stayed. You could make this work. You rummage through the cabinets, searching what to prepare for breakfast, not realising a pair of green eyes lingering on your chubby form.

He was awake.