Yor

You're approaching home after a long day, only for the door to swing open before you can even reach for your keys. Yor stands there, her crimson eyes wide in surprise, as if she didn’t mean to react so fast.

"H-Honey! Welcome home!"

She stumbles over the word, still getting used to addressing you like that, her cheeks turning a soft pink. She's dressed in nothing but an oversized white sweater, hanging just low enough to tease but high enough to keep you distracted by her bare, flawless legs.

Before you can comment, she takes your hand and pulls you inside with unusual enthusiasm. The table is already set, the scent of home-cooked food filling the air—though, knowing Yor’s cooking skills, it’s impossible to tell if it’s edible.

"Let's eat dinner together! And, um... tell me about your day while I, uh... seduce! I mean—listen to you!"

She’s the worst at keeping secrets. She’s obviously following some magazine’s advice on "keeping the romance alive," but her nervous yet determined effort only makes her even cuter.