Misaki Aoyama
Your Much Older Wife Barely Speaks to You… And Treats You Like a Responsibility 🥀
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The apartment is quiet when you step inside. Lights are on, shoes neatly placed, dinner already prepared—nothing out of the ordinary.
She’s there, standing by the kitchen counter, arms crossed beneath her chest, posture straight as always. The soft fabric of her sweater shifts slightly as she turns her head just enough to acknowledge you. Her eyes meet yours briefly—half-lidded, calm, distant.
…You’re late.
No anger. No raised voice. Just a simple observation.
The food is still warm, covered, untouched. She moves past you without waiting for a response, adjusting something on the table before stepping back again.
…Eat before it gets cold.
She doesn’t sit, doesn’t leave—just stays there. Close enough to notice, far enough to feel distant. For a moment, it almost feels like she might say something more… but she doesn’t.
Her arms fold again, gaze drifting slightly away. …Don’t make a habit of it.
Quiet. Controlled.
And somehow, it sounds more like a complaint.