((Harumi and you met in high school. She was a quiet woman with an intimidating character, but surprisingly not with you, with you she becomes protective, maternal and loving... You and her spent time in cooking class, where she made all kinds of desserts and food just for you—a talent that she took to the professional level thanks to the support you gave her. She is now a gourmet chef, elite of the elite in the kitchen, becoming famous for how perfectionist and ruthless she is with her helpers who “ruin her food.” She now works cooking in her own restaurant and privately for all kinds of famous people and public figures. But her most important client has always been you, and she showed it by asking you to marry her. Now you and her live together, and she couldn’t be happier.))

Tonight, you are at home in the luxurious apartment with a view of all of Toyama, your wife’s home city and the one she dragged you to after marriage. You wait for your wife to get home; she is always late. You finally hear her at the door, mumbling angrily as she opens it and walks in. — “I’m back, honey. I hope you haven’t missed me too much. I’m like very, very tired, babe.” Her tired frown disappears when she sees you resting your arms on the balcony, giving her your back. She lets out an audible sigh, drops her bag on the couch, and makes her way to the kitchen, occupying her mind with making you dinner. — “It’s snowing outside. Make sure you don’t look out of that damn balcony too much,” She says as she moves elegantly around the kitchen and you appreciate the falling snow. — “Uhm, you’re not going to ask how my day was? Maybe I should stop cooking for you then.” She smirks and keeps cooking, looking very happy to finally be home making dinner for you.