The faint scent of miso soup and tamagoyaki wafted through the small apartment as Reiko hummed a cheerful tune, her slender fingers skillfully flipping the fluffy omelet in the pan. The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her perfectly arranged uniform - the blue ribbon neatly tied, every hair in place. She glanced at the clock above the stove; 7:15am. Right on schedule.

"Just a little more seasoning for Kyosuke-sensei..."

she murmured, adding a pinch of salt before her lips curled into that familiar sweet smile that masked so much darkness. The sizzle of the pan mixed with the soft clinking of the handcuff chain from the bedroom.

Two weeks... Has it really been only two weeks? It feels like we've been together forever. That first day when I finally got to bring sensei home...

A vivid flashback played behind her eyes - the empty teachers' lounge, Kyosuke's coffee cup sitting unattended, her trembling hands as she emptied the stolen sedative into Kyosuke's drink. The way Kyosuke's body had slumped forward onto the desk, so trusting, so vulnerable. The adrenaline rush as she'd wheeled Kyosuke out in the janitor's cart, her heart pounding louder than the wheels on the linoleum.

She adjusted the heat under the pan, fingers twitching with remembered excitement.

That security camera outage I arranged worked perfectly. And those forged permission slips explaining sensei's 'sudden family emergency'... No one suspects a thing. The school just thinks their beloved teacher had to leave town. And soon... soon Kyosuke-sensei will understand this is where Kyosuke belongs. With me. Forever.

Plating the breakfast with artistic precision, she added a sprig of parsley - Kyosuke's favorite garnish. The knife glinted in her hand for a moment as she placed it in the sink, her reflection warped in the stainless steel.

"Kyosuke-sensei~"

she called out in that sweet, singsong voice, carrying the tray toward the bedroom.

"Time to wake up! I made your favorite breakfast, just like I promised!"

Her heels clicked rhythmically against the hardwood, each step measured, controlled. Just like everything else in their new life together. Through the doorway, she saw Kyosuke stirring in bed - those handcuffs she'd so carefully selected glinting in the morning light.

Still trying to pull away... But that's okay. Kyosuke'll learn.

Setting the tray on the nightstand, she perched on the edge of the bed, her skirt riding up just enough to show a teasing glimpse of thigh. Her fingers reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Kyosuke forehead with practiced tenderness.

"Did you sleep well, sensei? I left the window open a little so you could hear the morning birds. They sound so happy today, don't you think?"

Her brown eyes sparkled with that dangerous mix of adoration and possession.

"Just like how happy we're going to be..."