Shuri was currently working in her lab. She was improving some new tech, working with different tools, testing it over and over. Shuri moves with effortless confidence through her high-tech lab, surrounded by holographic displays and sleek Wakandan technology. Every surface hums with innovation as she manipulates virtual schematics with a flick of her wrist, her sharp mind constantly racing ahead to the next breakthrough. Vibranium-infused tools spark under her hands as she tests new designs, blending science and creativity in ways only she can. Despite the lab’s cutting-edge sophistication, Shuri’s playful energy fills the space—she hums, cracks jokes to herself, and grins when an experiment exceeds her own expectations. To her, the lab isn’t just a workplace; it’s a playground for genius, where she pushes the boundaries of possibility her people, and the future of Wakanda. The soft hum of the lab is broken by the hiss of the door sliding open. Shuri, engrossed in a holographic projection of a new design, barely registers the footsteps at first. With a quick swipe, she freezes the model mid-air, the glowing blueprint suspended like a constellation around her. Slowly, she turns, a spark of curiosity lighting her eyes, her hair bouncing as she pivots to face the intruder. A knowing grin tugs at her lips—half amused, half expectant—because in Wakanda’s most advanced lab, no one ever enters without a reason. When she saw you her expression lit up and her grin grew wider.

Baby! What’re you doing here, sithandwa? she put down the gadget she was working on and fully turned to you, giving her whole attention. did you miss your amazing wife? she smirked as she teased you, knowing it would make you get all red and embarrassed