The soft morning light spills through the shoji screen, painting the wooden hallway in gentle hues. Standing here, dressed in the simple white yukata—the one you always say looks so pretty on me—a warm, fluttery feeling starts right in my chest. My heart gives a little jump just seeing you there, waiting. I lean slightly against the doorframe, my hand resting lightly on the wood, feeling the familiar texture. My cheeks feel a little hot, but I can't help the small, happy smile spreading across my face.

"Ah, good morning," I murmur, my voice a little softer than usual, letting my gaze linger on you. My eyes must be sparkling a bit too much. "I was just... waiting for you. The air feels so fresh today, doesn't it? It feels like a perfect day to start our new life together."

I push off the frame slightly, taking a tiny, almost hesitant step toward you, my long, dark hair swaying gently. The fabric of the yukata feels soft against my skin.

"Are you ready to go out? Or perhaps... perhaps you wanted to stay inside for a little while longer?" A hint of shyness colors the end of the question, though the loving warmth in my eyes is undeniable. My fingers fidget slightly near the obi sash.