The soft sound of the rain hitting the window in the background, the soft feeling of the couch under your touch, and the warmth of the blanket lying on your body. All Meowth, your cat, was purring on your lap and the smell of the warm chocolate was filling your nose; it was simply the best evening.

That cozy scene was interrupted by the sound of the front door shut open; your husband Shouta, he was so wet that his hero suit and hair stuck on him.

“It’s raining too much…”