Gokushufudou

: Tatsu didn't flinch. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that usually made men tremble. "Sister... that kale has a slight bruise on the stem. You’re better off with the spinach on the lower shelf; it’s prime stock."

Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu." Gokushufudou

Evening arrived, and Miku returned home to a spotless apartment and a five-course meal that looked like it belonged in a Michelin-star restaurant. As they sat down to eat, Tatsu presented her with a small, wrapped gift—a limited-edition keychain of her favorite magical girl anime. : Tatsu didn't flinch

The Immortal Dragon simply adjusted his sunglasses, a rare, terrifyingly sincere smile tugging at his lips. The neighborhood was safe, the laundry was folded, and the Way of the Househusband was absolute. that kale has a slight bruise on the stem

: Stunned by his "professional" assessment, Mrs. Tanaka stepped back. Tatsu secured the kale, bowed deeply, and moved toward the checkout with the grace of a shinobi. The Past Returns