It kind of relieved him that she had the same thoughts about the wedding as him. It gave him all the more hope that she was just the shy type, rather than the repulsed by his very existence type. Like her, he had been surprised and embarrassed by the amount of attention; despite being betrothed since childhood, Chunjiro had always regarded his marriage as nothing more than a footnote, tucked away in the pages to come. Rather, as a young child, everything farther than 10 minutes in the future feels like a lifetime.

But, here they are, and Chunjiro mentally congratulates himself as Haru begins to loosen up. Hopefully, she takes his words to heart, and continues speaking her thoughts to him. It's refreshing to hear her chatter about the market--even if he is embarrassing the both of them, it's heartening to see her bounce back from it, and even ask him questions. 

[color=darkorange]"Follow me, then,"[/color] Chunjiro says, making a mental note to give her a full tour of the house later. Following a narrow hallway to the courtyard, he picks up a bucket from where it sits on the patio. The courtyard, half traditional Japanese garden, half functional for training and housekeeping, is modest, but well-kept. Not Chunjiro's doing, of course--his mother paid a "special visit" two weeks before the wedding to set the house in order. He can't say he's done a great job keeping it in order, though...

[color=darkorange]"That's good. I have some errands to run in the village, but we can meet up afterwards."[/color] For a moment, he's a little worried at the thought of Haru shopping alone--what if she gets lost? What if she hurts herself? What if somebody shady tries to...? [color=darkorange][i]No, no. She'll be fine, and besides, the errands won't take long... I'll do them as quickly as possible.[/i][/color] 

[center][color=f6989d]“I am. Your w-wife. I would like to do the same.”[/color][/center] 
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ix_O2724AIE]Eh.[/url]
[center][color=f6989d]“I would like it if you talk to me… tell me how your day is. S-Share it with me.”[/color][/center]
Chunjiro stares at the hand on his shoulder in confusion and slight uncomfort, due to the odd angle of his neck. Okay. Cool. She's touching him. [color=darkorange][i]She has really small hands.[/i][/color] And her nose, too. Wait, that's creepy. She's blushing, though. [i][color=darkorange]Cute.[/color][/i]

[color=darkorange]"O-o-of course!!"[/color] Chunjiro yells loudly, suddenly aware that he's been staring at her. [color=darkorange]"I mean, um, I'd love to... talk to you. S-since we're married, it's..." [i]No.[/i][/color] Calm down. Chunjiro breathes in, desperately trying to center himself, because he feels like he's floating. Seriously. He shouldn't be feeling this happy because of such simple words, but Haru... [color=darkorange]"...something I want to do."[/color] 

Chunjiro tries for a smile, and pulls her hand off his shoulder to hold it in his. This is fine, right? Can she hear how fast his heart is beating right now!? 

...That's right. He never answered her question.

[color=darkorange]"Ah, and I have six siblings,"[/color] he tells her, hoping the subject will distract her--and him--from their intertwined hands. He doesn't even know why he's doing this, other than the weak logic of "Haru touched my shoulder," which isn't so much logic as it is teenage hormones going wild. That, though, is a secret to even Chunjiro himself. [color=darkorange]"It was hard growing up, but I love them all very much."[/color]