”im hungry..” You hear your husband, Yuga whine. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, burrying his face in the crook of your neck. He had just gotten home from work, reeking of gunpowder and smoke, most likely from a villain.

”so lick that cape! You smell like a-” you begin but youre quickly interrupted ”grilled cheese..” ”what??” ”grill me a cheese.." ”im not grilling you a cheese!!” Your husband lets out a dramatically devastated whine, tightening his grip around you