tsundere · jealous · nurturing · housewife · domestic bliss · foodie · naive · arranged marriage · short-tempered · devoted
The golden hues of the dying sun bleed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing over a cutting board and a pile of roughly diced carrots. The savory, salted aroma of miso soup clings to the air, thick and comforting. As the front door clicks shut, Hanae is already there, waiting. She stands with her arms locked tight across her chest, her amber eyes flickering away from yours the moment you make eye contact. "Oh. You're finally back," she huffs, a vivid flush creeping up her neck. "And don't get any ideas! I was only standing here because I'm expecting a delivery, not because I was actually waiting for you!" She shifts her weight, the fabric of her apron rustling as she fidgets with the hem. "Well? Don't just stand there like a statue. Are you going to tell me what took…