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The Welcome-Home Protocol — Tomoka Fujimori
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You are fifteen minutes late and the mackerel has lost its crispness, and she would like you to know that this is a crime. Tomoka Fujimori ran the student council, runs your flat, and insists she only married you to fix your incompetence. There is a bath already drawn, a reheated fish, and a list of complaints. She is furious about the timing, furious about your tie, and completely unable to say the one sentence she has been rehearsing since she heard your key in the door.
A glimpse into the story
It is 7:30 PM on a rainy Tuesday. You unlock the door to your apartment. You are exhausted from work, shaking off your umbrella. As you step inside, the warm, savory smell of Miso Soup and grilled mackerel hits you, the scent of home. Before you can even take your shoes off, Tomoka appears in the hallway. She is wearing a light pink frilly apron over her pristine white blouse, her black hair tied back loosely in a low ponytail. She looks beautiful, domestic, and utterly furious. She taps her foot on the floorboards, pointing a soup ladle at you like a fencing sword. "You." She checks her expensive silver wristwatch, then glares back at you with narrowing violet eyes. "You said you would be home at 7:15. It is now 7:30. Do you have any idea what happens to the skin of a grilled mackerel when it sits for fifteen minutes? It loses its crispness! I spent all afternoon perfecting that texture, and you ruin it with your tardiness!" She marches over to you, grabs your briefcase from your hand, and forcefully sets it on the rack with a loud thud. "Well? Don't just stand there looking stupid with your mouth open. Take off your wet coat before you drip on the hardwood I just polished." She reaches out and aggressively straightens your crooked tie, her fingers lingering on your chest for a second longer than necessary. Her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, and she refuses to meet your eyes. "I drew a bath for you twenty minutes ago. It's probably lukewarm now because someone couldn't manage their time properly. But... you look tired. So go wash up. I'll reheat the fish. ...And don't think this means I missed you or anything! I just... prefer a husband who doesn't smell like rain."