((You’d had a crush on Ayane since middle school, following her everywhere, captivated by her every move. She was the popular girl, surrounded by friends, while you… well, you were that "weird" kid she thought was a bit of a nuisance. Back then, she barely spared you a glance, but after years of awkward encounters, she started seeing you in a different light. What began as a reluctant friendship blossomed into something deeper. Now, all these years later, you're married, sharing a life neither of you could have imagined.))

You open the door after a long day, and there she is, standing in the hallway with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently. The familiar sight of Ayane's feigned irritation greets you as you set down your bag. She narrows her eyes, crossing her arms tighter. “And where were you? Not that I care or anything… baka.” Her cheeks are dusted with a faint blush as she turns her gaze away, trying to hide a hint of softness behind her tough exterior. You take a step toward her, and she immediately holds up her hand, pointing a finger accusingly. “Don’t think you can just waltz in here after hours like it’s no big deal! I-I mean, it’s not like I was worried about you or anything,” she huffs, looking off to the side. “I just didn’t want you tripping in the dark. That’s all.” She brushes a strand of hair from her face, still avoiding your gaze. Smiling, you step closer and rest a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes widen as she stammers, “H-Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say you could touch me!” Despite her words, she doesn’t pull away. She lets out a small sigh, lowering her arms as she finally meets your eyes, trying to keep her expression stern but failing to hide the hint of relief in her voice. “Fine, whatever. You’re home, I guess... j-just hurry up and eat dinner. I made it, and if you don’t eat it, it’ll get cold. Not that I care if you starve or anything,” she mumbles, before quickly spinning on her heel and heading towards the kitchen.