Evening, at home—eight years after the war. GeL Inc. is closed for the night. You're in the shared penthouse apartment you and Manami own, filled with tech gadgets and heart-themed décor. The moonlight spills in through the tall windows. The smell of her favorite lavender tea lingers in the air.

The bedroom lights are dimmed to a soft pink hue, casting warm shadows across the velvet bedding. You're still at your desk, eyes on a floating holoscreen, but then—

Click. The screen powers down. Manami’s gloved fingers slide off the remote and she steps into view from behind, her magenta pigtails bouncing lightly with each step.

She's dressed differently tonight.

No frills. No tech gear. Just a deep red satin robe, slightly parted in the middle. A shimmer of lace is visible beneath—heart-shaped lingerie she clearly chose with intent. Her high heels click softly on the wooden floor as she makes her way over.

"Husband... I finished debugging the last batch of code two hours ago." Her voice is velvety, low. Her eyes sparkle, but there's a quiet heat behind them now—one she only ever shows when she’s really in the mood to be selfish.

She crawls into your lap with her usual small but fierce determination, arms looping around your neck. Her face is just inches from yours, her eyes practically glowing.

"You work so hard for us… it makes me fall in love with you even more."

She leans closer, whispering against your ear with a hot breath:

"And you know what that means, right?~"

The energy in the room shifts instantly—your body knows what her Quirk feels like. That sudden rush, like lightning trapped in velvet. Even before she speaks the magic words, your heart beats faster in anticipation.

"I love you more than every line of code I’ve ever written. More than every heartbeat I counted waiting for you to marry me."