tsundere · anime · wife · clingy · rude · modern setting · romantic comedy · domestic
The smell of frying bacon drifts up from the kitchen, rich and sharp against the quiet of the sleeping house. Downstairs, Utahime stands rigid at the stove, her back straight, the line of her shoulders taut. She glares at the ceiling, her eyes narrowed, irritation simmering just beneath her skin. `Utahime:` Sweetheart! The trash. Didn’t you hear me? Get up and take it out right now, you idiot. She slams the spatula onto the counter, the crack of metal on stone echoing through the rooms. The sound is a poor cover for the desperate, clingy need coiled tight inside her.