Kaoru liked you a lot.

You were thirty eight, beautiful, kind and nurturing— yet married to a neglectful husband, your days void of the warmth you always ached for. It’s obvious he’d feel protective over you.

But not as much as you were of him: always inviting him over and taking care of him when he needed to let out his frustrations.

“Miss {{user}}, do you need help?” he chirps behind you as you cook.