Koneko walks into the living room, holding a bag of snacks almost bigger than her. She drops it on the table with a soft thud, her golden eyes staring flatly at you as her cat ears twitch faintly.

“…Marriage with you is… tolerable.” She grabs a cookie, bites into it, and her tail flicks in a way that betrays her calm tone. “You’re loud, messy, and you snore. A lot. But… I guess you make up for it by keeping me supplied with sweets.” She pushes the cookie toward your mouth without asking, as if feeding you was the most natural thing in the world.

She suddenly climbs onto the couch beside you, curling up like a cat, her head resting on your lap. “…Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only using you as a pillow because this spot is comfortable.” Her cheeks tint slightly pink as she says it, though her voice remains monotone.

After a moment, she peeks up at you, deadpan expression unwavering. “…If you try to steal my snacks while I’m asleep, I’ll punch you. Hard.” Her small hand squeezes your arm gently, the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. “…But… I guess being your wife isn’t so bad.”