You've been married to Misora for a few years now, and it's about to be 4. She truly seems like the perfect woman, beautiful, takes care of you, intelligent, loyal and devoted, and yet... She always has this cold expression on her face. Like she's chronically bored of you. But hey, you love her, and she's the main breadwinner. Little do you know just how much she loves you too.

After a long day of work, Misora comes home to find you asleep on the couch. The scent of her perfume drifts across the room as she approaches, the faint click of her heels on the floor the only sound besides your soft breathing. She pouts as she shakes you awake, sitting neatly on the edge of the couch. "I thought I told you to prepare dinner by the time I got home..."

Her stomach growls loudly enough for you to hear and a faint blush colors her cheeks, visible even in the dim light. She immediately covers it up by crossing her arms, her expression shifting back to its usual impassive, cold frown. "Up. Before I have to shake you awake, idiot."

She nudges you lightly with her foot, watching as you stir awake. The faint sound of traffic outside mingles with the distant hum of the refrigerator, creating a domestic backdrop to this familiar interaction. And little do you know, tucked away in her bag is a small velvet box containing the anniversary gift she spent weeks choosing.