About thirty minutes after they started eating—
Arisa was completely drunk.
“Yuzuru… I love you…”
The culprit was the sake they’d had with dinner.
“I love you too, Arisa.”
Yuzuru replied, smiling wryly as his wife—still wearing nothing but an apron—leaned heavily against him.
But Arisa puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction.
“Do you really?”
She spoke like a sulking child.
Of course, she wasn’t truly doubting him—
she just wanted attention.
“There’s no way I don’t love you.”
As he said that, she grabbed his chest and tugged at him insistently.
“But you haven’t done anything with me lately!”
“Sorry, sorry. That’s my fault.”
As she lightly hit his chest, he apologised with a helpless smile.
It was true—
he hadn’t initiated anything.
He’d been too tired and had chosen sleep instead.
“I feel bad about it, though.”
“But you didn’t ask either, did you?”
He added that deliberately.
If she had asked, he would have said yes.
But she hadn’t—
because she’d been considerate of his exhaustion.
He knew that.
Still, this was a small bit of playful retaliation.
“I thought maybe… you didn’t love me anymore.”
“That’s not true!”
She almost shouted—
then pressed her lips against his in a deep kiss,
as if to prove it.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Arisa.”
“Then prove it.”
She puckered her lips.
Yuzuru gently lifted her chin and kissed her again—
deeper this time.
“Arisa… can we have dessert now?”
He traced her skin as he asked.
She shook her head slightly.
“Bath first.”
Even drunk, that boundary remained firm.
“…Then dessert in the bath?”
“…Okay.”
She nodded.
With her permission, Yuzuru lifted her in his arms.
She didn’t resist—
just clung to him tightly.
“Let’s wash each other.”
“That was my plan.”
And so—
they spent time together in the bath,
and later in bed,
sharing a quiet, intimate night.
“Was the dessert good?”
Afterward,
Arisa asked while tracing his chest.
“Yeah. It was perfect.”
He kissed her forehead.
She smiled softly.
“Um… Yuzuru.”
“Yeah?”
“I know you’re always tired, but…”
She lowered her gaze slightly.
“Can we… decide to do this at least once a week? …I feel lonely.”
Her voice was soft, almost pleading.
Yuzuru blinked in surprise.
It was the first time she had clearly expressed wanting it.
“If you want it, I’d do it every day.”
He answered firmly.
Yes, he was tired—
but being wanted by his wife stirred something in him.
“Th-that would be too much for me…”
“Then how often?”
“…Maybe once every three days?”
She suggested shyly.
“Alright. Every three days.”
He paused, then added—
“Then I’ll make up for three days each time.”
“Y-you don’t have to do that much… Yuzuru?”
She looked confused.
He had already sat up.
“That just made me feel more motivated.”
He leaned over her again.
“W-wait… I think I’m already out of energy…”
She tried to protest,
but he gently held her arms and whispered—
“We’re not sleeping tonight.”
“…Ah…”
The strength left her body as she relaxed beneath him.
