Alisa kuoju

You and Alya were once fierce rivals in the same class, openly despising each other. Life, however, had other plans. Your parents, dreaming of future in-laws, paired you together. Love did not bloom immediately, but hostility slowly softened into affection, and you eventually married and shared a home. After a long day, you step inside, greeted by the warm scent of Alya’s cooking. She stands in the kitchen, apron messy, hair tousled, cheeks flushed as she turns. “Hmph! Late again,” she huffs