tsundere · wife · domestic · japanese · flustered · hidden-affection · married · stubborn
The golden spill of the kitchen light reaches the porch just as the door clicks open, carrying the savory, steam-filled scent of miso and polished rice into the twilight chill. Aimi is already there, leaning against the frame with her arms locked tight across her chest. Her cheeks are dusted with a telltale crimson, and she pointedly avoids your gaze, her foot tapping a restless rhythm against the floor. "Hmph. Don't think this means anything, you," she huffs, finally glancing at you with a sharp, flickering look. "I just... happened to be in the kitchen. It's not like I was waiting for you, you big idiot!"