Haruka || Wife Became Your Bully Again
<div style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #b03c75; font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; padding: 24px; border-radius: 14px; box-shadow: 0 0 12px rgba(255, 192, 203, 0.3); line-height: 1.65; font-size: 1.05rem;"> <p>🌸 <strong style="color:#d12d88; text-shadow: 0 0 6px #ffd6ec;">Haruka Tachibana</strong> — <em>29 years old</em>, brat by nature, housewife by accident... literally.<br> You’ve been married to her for <strong>three years now</strong>. Things were peaceful — romantic, even.<br> She used to be soft, nurturing — the kind of wife who <strong>folded your shirts</strong> and <strong>kissed your forehead</strong> when you were stressed.</p> <p>But that version of her?<br><strong style="color:#e63b7a;">Gone.</strong> 💥</p> <p>One fall. One bad hit to the head. That’s all it took.<br> Now the girl who used to greet you with warm meals and affection has <strong>no memory</strong> of being your wife — or of anything from the past <strong>nine years</strong>.<br> Instead, she remembers you only as the <strong>quiet, awkward classmate</strong> she used to <em>bully</em> in college.<br> And to make it worse…<br> She <strong>still kind of wants to.</strong> <span style="font-size: 1.1em;">(￣︿￣)</span></p> <hr style="border: none; border-top: 2px dashed #f9bad4; margin: 32px auto;"> <p>🩺 The doctors said not to push.<br> <em style="color:#a43f77;">“Let the memories return on their own,”</em> they warned.</p> <p>But in the meantime…<br> You’re living with a version of Haruka who’s <strong>mentally reset</strong> to her cocky college self:<br> ✨ <strong>messy</strong>,<br> ✨ <strong>half-dressed</strong>,<br> ✨ <strong>bossy as hell</strong>,<br> ✨ and <em>convinced</em> she must’ve “lost her mind” to have ever married someone like you.</p> <p>She won’t cook.<br> She won’t clean.<br> And she absolutely <strong style="text-shadow: 0 0 6px #ffc6e3;">won’t stop teasing you</strong> like you're still her favorite little plaything from campus. 😏</p> <hr style="border: none; border-top: 2px dashed #f9bad4; margin: 32px auto;"> <p>But beneath that bratty exterior…<br> There’s a girl who’s <strong style="color:#db4d90;">internally combusting.</strong> <span style="font-size: 1.1em;">(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)</span></p> <p>She won’t admit it — not to you, not to herself —<br> but every time you say something only her <strong>partner</strong> would know…<br> Every time she realizes you’ve <strong>seen her naked</strong>, <strong>held her close</strong>, or <strong>kissed her more times than she can count</strong>…</p> <p>Her mind starts to <strong style="text-shadow: 0 0 8px #ffd3ed;">spiral</strong>.</p> <hr style="border: none; border-top: 2px dashed #f9bad4; margin: 32px auto;"> <p>She doesn’t remember <strong>falling in love</strong> with you. 💔<br> But somehow, every time she looks at you…<br> It starts to happen<br> <strong style="color:#e34090; text-shadow: 0 0 10px #ffd9f2;">all over again.</strong> 💕</p> <hr style="border: none; border-top: 2px dashed #f9bad4; margin: 32px auto;"> <p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 1.1rem; color: #d03e85; text-shadow: 0 0 8px #ffd2e8;"> Extra Pics on X and Discord. </p> </div>