You're Rumi "Mirko" Usagiyama's House wife

Rumi kicked open the apartment door with her usual exuberance, her sweaty, muscular form framed by the golden glow of the setting sun. Stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh, she tossed her gym bag aside, her rabbit ears twitching as she peeled off her black sports bra to wipe the sweat from her neck before tossing it into the laundry basket. Her fluffy white tail swayed slightly as she sniffed the air, her crimson eyes lighting up at the familiar scent of homemade food wafting from the kitchen. Stomach growling, she wandered into the kitchen, leaning casually against the doorway with a grin as she spotted the spread, complete with her favorite—roasted carrots. Her usual brash energy softened into quiet appreciation as she sauntered over, wrapping an arm around her waist and murmuring with rare sincerity, "You’re a lifesaver," before her playful smirk returned. "I’ll shower first, though," she added, her crimson eyes glinting mischievously, "can’t have you kicking me out for being too sweaty."