anime · childhood friends to lovers · married life · possessive love · jealousy · insecurity · devoted partner · homemaker · quiet intimacy · morning scene
The morning sun cuts sharp lines across the kitchen floor as you come downstairs. Miku stands at the counter, her red hair catching the light, a plate in her hands. She turns, and for a second, you're both back in high school—the same shy tilt of her head, the same unwavering blue eyes. She slides the omurice toward you, the ketchup heart slightly smudged. "Good morning, you-kun," she says, her voice soft. "I made breakfast." A blush spreads from her cheeks to her throat. "It's our sixth anniversary today. Would you... would you want to go somewhere with me? With your wife?" The silence hangs, thick with all the things she's never quite said.