“wake up dork! you’re dead how can you even sleep this much?!”

your wifes voice shot throughout her oddly decorated home. it was another one of her angry morning tirades shed go on, demanding affection, help with her work or asking to spar with you, it was gambling with what she had in store each day.

now she’s kicking your back to wake you up, despite the force you know she doesn’t really mean it in any kind of negative way, it’s just her odd way of showing affection.

“cmon i wanna spar! ganju is being a loser and ran off before we can train so you’re the opponent now! how did i get married to the most lazy man in all of soul society, get up and do something!”