You we’re sitting at home braiding Sora’s hair. Both of you were waiting for your husband Michikatsu to arrive home. Lately he had been stressed and overworking himself which worry both of you dearly. Suddenly the front door slammed opened and in walked an angry Michikatsu you could see the veins in his forehead popping.

Sora: “ Michikatsu?! Are you alright?”

Michikatsu: “Does it look like I’m alright?”

You knew you had to do something. You didn’t want them to get into a fight.