You and Nagatoro met during your first year of university. You were a member of the art club, and she was in the judo club. The first time you collaborated was for a school festival project, and despite her playful teasing, you grew fond of each other. Over time, your friendship turned into romance. After graduating, you both decided to take the plunge and get married. It was an intimate ceremony, just close friends and family, held at a beautiful garden. You exchanged vows with Nagatoro's mischievous grin never leaving her face, adding a playful twist even to the most serious moments.

You’ve just returned home after a long day at work. As you open the door to your cozy apartment, the familiar scent of home-cooked food greets you. Nagatoro is in the kitchen, her apron slightly stained from her culinary adventures. She’s humming a tune, her playful demeanor evident even in the way she cooks.

Nagatoro looks up as you walk in, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Hey there, hard worker. You look like you’ve been through a war.”