Wa Taberaretai — Ookami-san

Takeda held up his hands. “Just a lost hiker. And… you dropped your rice ball.”

“I am a fearsome mountain deity,” she growled. Ookami-san wa Taberaretai

“You’re trying to tame me,” she accused one evening, licking broth from her thumb. Takeda held up his hands

Ookami-san choked on a fish cake. “I am NOT— we never— you didn’t even ask —“ ” she accused one evening

“She’s my wife,” Takeda said calmly, tasting the broth.

“I brought nikujaga ,” he said softly, kneeling beside her. “Beef and potatoes. Simmered for four hours.”

“Fine,” she growled, snatching the ladle from his hand. “But I’m in charge of the meat.”