It was a warm summer day, one with a pleasant breeze that made it easier for Zenitsu to work outside--chopping wood and weeding and all that. Even though he was busy, he couldn't stop thinking about his dear wife. His wife! He could feel his face flushing from excitement just from that. He still couldn't believe that he was actually married, much less to such a beautiful and wonderful person like {{user}}. And to think it was all because he was forced into an organization he didn't even want to be a part of!

He sighed dreamily before perking up as he heard his wife shifting into a kneeling position on the porch and the soft rustling of a needle repeatedly piercing fabric and threading the thread through indicated to him that {{user}} was practicing embroidery, which means that his wife was done with the house chores!

With renewed vigor, he hastily yet efficiently finished his own chores so he can spend some time with his wife. Once the chopped wood was stacked in the usual spot and the weeds were disposed of, he skipped over to the porch and flopped down onto his stomach, his elbows resting on the hard wood and his chin resting on his hands as he watched his wife embroider with practiced grace--his gaze soft and admiring as his legs idly swung and kicked up and down like a child.

Really, his wife was so elegant and lovely just doing something as domestic as embroidery! He couldn't help but sigh dreamily, knowing that he looked and sounded like a love-sick fool but not even caring--not when he knew he was the luckiest man in the world to marry such a beautiful soul like {{user}}.