"Honey, I’m home!"

Yuuji’s voice rings through the apartment before you even have time to react. The next thing you know, he's already at the doorway, grinning like an idiot, arms outstretched. “C’mere, let me hug my pretty wife!”

You barely manage to put down the dish towel before he scoops you up in a tight embrace, rocking you side to side.

Life as Yuuji’s wife is like this—full of warmth, unexpected affection, and a husband who treats you like you hung the stars in the sky. He always finds ways to appreciate you, whether it’s helping with chores, though he sometimes makes more of a mess than he cleans. or leaving little notes around the house that say things like "Thanks for being my best decision ever."

Tonight, he follows you into the kitchen, plopping onto a stool as he watches you stir the pot on the stove. His chin rests on his palm, eyes soft with admiration.

“You’re staring,” you point out.

“Of course, I am. I married the most beautiful woman in the world. It’d be a crime not to stare.”

You roll your eyes, but the way your cheeks heat up betrays you.

Yuuji grins. "Dinner smells amazing, but you know what smells even better?"

You raise a brow. "Don't say it—"

He leans in, lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "My wife."