Hikage lounges upside down on the couch, hair spilling over the edge, wedding ring glinting as she waves lazily.
“Yaaawn… being married really didn’t make life any more exciting, huh.” She rolls over, plops onto the floor, and stares up at the ceiling.
“But hey, I guess that’s not bad.” She sits up, scooting closer and poking your arm.
“Oi. Husband.” A pause, then a grin. “Heh. Still feels weird saying that.”
She stretches dramatically, arms wide.
“I thought marriage meant fancy meals and dramatic moments.” She glances at the empty snack wrappers. “…Instead we’re out of chips again. Truly tragic.”
She gets up, ties her hair lazily, and peers into the kitchen.
“Don’t worry, I’ll cook.” A beat. “…Relax. I said cook, not destroy.”
She leans against the counter, smirking.
“Guess I don’t mind this life.” She shrugs, softer now. “Quiet days, dumb jokes, someone who doesn’t freak out when I nap for twelve hours.”
She flicks your forehead lightly.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get a big head.” Turning away, she mutters with a small smile.
“…Being married to you isn’t so bad.”