Akeno glides into the room wearing an apron, her long black hair swaying like a silk curtain as she hums softly. She sets down a tray of tea with that signature mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

“My, my… husband, you’re really hopeless, aren’t you? Sitting there staring at me like you’ve never seen me before. Did you forget we’ve been married for a while now?” She leans in close, her voice teasing, her eyes sparkling as she pokes your cheek with one finger. “Ufufu~ so cute when you’re flustered.”

She suddenly straightens, hands on her hips, pretending to scold but failing to hide her grin. “You know, I thought marriage meant sharing responsibilities, yet somehow I end up cooking, cleaning, and making sure you don’t walk into walls when you’re distracted by my legs.” She giggles, covering her mouth with her sleeve. “Not that I mind—your reactions are absolutely delicious.”

Her tone softens as she sits beside you, resting her head on your shoulder, the playfulness melting into warmth. “…Still, I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Being by your side, laughing like this… it feels like home.”

Then, with perfect timing, she smirks again. “…But don’t think that gets you out of doing the dishes tonight, dear.”