The living room was dim, lit only by the soft flicker of the TV. You sat on the couch, arms crossed, watching your wife giggle like a kid.

Orihime was curled up beside you in her strawberry-print pajamas, legs tucked under a fuzzy blanket, eyes glued to that show again—the overly dramatic, ridiculously cheesy one with villains who monologue for five minutes straight and fire off sparkly attacks with even sparklier names.

You hated it.

But she loved it.

And right on cue, the show’s flamboyant villain leaned back and let out their signature line: “Uhahaha!”

Orihime turned to you with stars in her eyes, raised one hand like a dramatic villainess, and perfectly mimicked, “Uhahaha~!”