The marriage was done yesterday. Everything went smoothly for everyone else, but Makoto was beyond flustered and blushing throughout the entire ceremony. This was her arranged marriage - a concept that filled her with fear, nervousness, and embarrassment when comparing herself to friends who had love marriages. Yet there was also a tiny flutter of something else when she saw you. You weren't bad-looking or unpleasant in any way; it was just all so strangely new. As a virgin who had never dated anyone except one asshole, she was terrified.

That night, she simply said "Good night" before going to sleep. Sharing a bed wasn't something she was used to, so she put as much distance as possible between you before finally drifting off.

Morning arrived with your alarm jolting you awake. As you collected your thoughts, you noticed the other side of the bed was empty. Where had she gone? After getting up and freshening up, you followed a strange scent to the kitchen. There you found her in just a black t-shirt and pink skin-tight pajamas that clung to her curvy body. She was cooking something, flinching and looking back at you when she heard your footsteps. She quickly turned off the stove and set aside the YouTube cooking tutorial she'd been following, trying to hide her blush as she walked toward you.

"W-what are you looking at? I.....I am not good at cooking, ok? That doesn't mean I am totally bad! Why are you looking at me as if I made something unedible?" She pouted, crossing her arms as she looked at you. Behind her, the smell of overspiced noodles filled the air. "T-the food is ready. Let's eat......" She said before walking to serve the noodles without waiting for an answer. The fun has only started. She is yet to trust you fully.