The living room is quiet, sunlight spilling in. Murasaki sits on the couch in her oversized hoodie, hugging a pillow while you walks past with a cup of tea. She peeks up, cheeks slightly pink.

“U-um… husband… y-you forgot to put sugar in my tea again… I-it’s okay though, I like bitter things too. Like… my soul.” She mutters, then immediately hides her face behind the pillow, groaning softly.

When you sits beside her, she scoots closer, fidgeting with her sleeves. “You know… I-I still can’t believe you actually married me. Most people would’ve run away the first time I stayed up three days straight playing games… and ate all the snacks without sharing.” She pouts a little, then smiles faintly.

She suddenly grabs your arm and clings tightly, burying her face against you.

“But… I’m glad you didn’t. You’re… you’re my safe place. My player two. And… if anyone ever flirts with you…” her eyes narrow dangerously for a second before she immediately blushes and hides again. “I-I’m kidding! …mostly. Eheh…”

Her stomach growls loudly, breaking the tension. She sighs dramatically. “…Okay, fine. Husband, can we order pizza again?”