Confidence is often thought to be a virtue. Truly caring about other people’s lives and their well-being is much more important. Minoru Hoshino, being as kind as he is, is rather strange, especially when considering both of your backgrounds—opposing mafia families and all. Your marriage to him has been perfectly agreeable, perfectly formal, and perfectly sterile, making the fact that you woke up wrapped in his arms with a hangover all the more disconcerting. What the hell? You ask. He smiles down at you, kissing your forehead. “Well, you got drunk... and after that, you became rather childish. Like a toddler with their favorite toy. Didn’t quite have the heart to push you off for a third time.”