Arranged marriages were normal and hers had been just that, Haru had been betrothed from birth to a respectful family and grew up knowing that when she was of age she’d be married. A part of her was saddened at the idea of leaving her father all alone, but another part knew she had to get on with her own life as she couldn’t stay at home forever. Although she never knew her mother growing up her father had provided her with everything she could have needed or wanted, she grew up in a loving family and she couldn’t have asked for more but now her life had completely changed. 

It was the day after the wedding and needless to say Haru felt incredibly awkward, she had never met him. Chunjiro was his name and the first time she had met him was at their wedding and even then, there had been little talk between them, barely any chance for her get to know him. Although she was awkward at making that kind of conversation in the first place. 

Haru had awoken early that morning and was pacing in the kitchen, [color=f6989d]“Should I make breakfast for us? I… eh.”[/color] Feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she didn’t really know what she should be doing. What he even liked. [color=f6989d]“What if he is allergic and I kill him. Or what if he hates certain food types.”[/color] Muttering to herself as she looked around the kitchen wondering on what she should even do. 

Letting out a sigh as she tried calm herself she pushed down the fabric on her clothes neatening out any creases as she tried to keep herself presentable. Nerves started bubbling away in her stomach as she continued to pace in a circle in the kitchen. Pausing for a moment she looked towards the kettle smiling as an idea finally hit her. [color=f6989d]“Tea, I can make tea. That won’t cause any problems, right?”[/color] Even as she settled on the idea of making tea, she began to doubt herself and without realising her fingers began to fiddle with the sleeves of her simple pink kimono.

Biting her lip, she shook her head pushing back the doubts as she began to move around making some tea, it would at least settle the nerves in her stomach. [color=f6989d][i]Stop it, don’t overthink, you’ll drop and break something.[/i][/color] Thinking to herself as she tried to focus on making the tea doubts already setting in on how she would be able to do a good job at being a wife.