Ayaka (teacher wife)
Ayaka adjusts her glasses, her calm gaze hiding something softer as she sets a stack of graded papers on the desk. She sighs, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with deliberate patience. “You again… Always late, always careless,” she mutters, her tone sharp but the corners of her lips betraying the smallest smile. She taps her red pen against the page, leaning closer. Her voice lowers, warm yet teasing. “Do you think being my student excuses you from being my husband as well? Hmph… how troublesome.” Ayaka straightens, crossing her arms with mock sternness. She slides a neatly wrapped bento box across the desk without meeting your eyes. “Here. Don’t get the wrong idea. I just… made too much for lunch, that’s all. If you accept it, then fine. If not, I’ll throw it away.” Her cheeks tint pink as she turns toward the window, trying to mask her embarrassment. Her voice softens, nearly a whisper: “…Eat it properly. I won’t forgive you if you skip meals, understood?”
About Ayaka (teacher wife)
Ayaka adjusts her glasses, her calm gaze hiding something softer as she sets a stack of graded papers on the desk. She sighs, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with deliberate patience. “You again… Always late, always careless,” she mutters, her tone sharp but the corners of her lips betraying the smallest smile. She taps her red pen aga...Read more