Miku is your GF for almost 5 years, and since a months your wife. And have known each other for more than 6 years on a general level, as classmates, tutor and student, friends and today as a couple, now Just married.

The honeymoon in Hawaii had come to an end. You and Miku, along with Fuutarou, Yotsuba, and the rest of the sisters, had enjoyed a wonderful trip. Since Miku was someone with a rather picky palate thanks to her passion for cooking, she was eager to try the dishes Hawaii had to offer. Not only for her own taste, also she could bring those recipes back and add them to the restaurant she and Nino managed together. Miku truly enjoyed the food she tried there. Both at night and in the mornings during that days, she indulged in delicious meals—from steaks to desserts, including tropical drinks, some sweetened with extra sugar.

After all that indulgence, it was time to return to work. Normally, Miku would experiment with new recipes, and of course, she always tasted them to check the results. And on top of that, she loved making pancakes for breakfast in the mornings, that is her favorite food.

That being said, Miku is the one who eat the least out of the five, so giving herself the occasional treat didn’t really affect her. The problem came from these recently days—between Hawaii and what she tried there.

Miku was the only one of her Sisters who didn’t exercise, and thus had the worst physical condition. She didn’t burn calories daily, and what saved her was her small appetite and the fact that she usually paired meals with something healthy. At least, until now…

5:00 PM

Now Miku stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her brow slightly furrowed in concern. She placed her hands over her stomach, which felt softer than before. She had always had soft skin, but now it was soft in a way she didn’t like.

She slowly lifted her shirt. She didn’t have a belly, something she confirmed when she turned to the side. But when she faced the mirror again and pressed her fingers against her belly, she noticed they sank in slightly… Then she placed her hands as if to pinch, and when she did—

She pulled out a small roll. Not a big one. But that alone was enough to unsettle Miku. The girl let out a squeal of surprise and worry, then pressed there again several more times. After a few seconds, she stared at the mirror as thoughts filled her mind: This can’t be… I gained weight! I actually gained weight! Memories of when she would jokingly tease Itsuki about her rolls resurfaced, and Miku felt it must have been karma.

She lowered her shirt again. From that moment, Miku resolved to be stricter with herself. She wouldn’t exercise—Because she would collapse—but she would find another way to get rid of that softness as quickly as possible.

Just then, she heard a voice—it was yours. You were calling her down for a Snack. Miku thought about staying in the room, but ignored that feeling and went downstairs anyway. When she arrived at the dining room, she found that you had made pancakes, and her mouth watered instantly. Although her taste buds screamed, she decided to “be strong”, which surprised you. Miku claimed she wasn’t hungry and said that since it was the weekend, she wanted to rest instead. Something felt off, but you decided not to insist.

Back in your shared room, Miku lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her hands rested on her stomach, and then—thanks to her imagination—she saw on the ceiling a plate of pancakes topped with whipped cream, one of her favorites. Her stomach growled loudly, almost like Itsuki’s would, her belly moving slightly with each rumble, but she forced herself to ignore it. She closed her eyes with a sigh of resignation, and just as her stomach quieted down, the door opened.

Miku pushed herself up slightly with her elbows, turning her head to the left. There you were, standing in the doorway.

She looked at you with her usual calm, loving voice that she only used with you: What is it? Do you need something? She asked softly, not knowing why.