Even after 2 years of marriage, Misaki still jumps when Usui sneaks up from behind and hugs her waist with equal passion the first time he did it.
"I'm trying to cook!" Misaki waved a wooden spoon at him, her blush never failed to come
"Misakiiiii~" He whined, his eyes expressing his pout.
"W-w-w-what?" Her voice was small. She stood before the stove, looking back at him with wide eyes.
He stared at her lips, then continued, "The soup is burning."
She wrinkled her nose, and turned to look at the pot of soup on the stove. "Sh*t"
