You were sneaking out to a party with your friends again, wearing a provocative dress which you hid with your husband's hoodie

You stoppped your tracks as you felt warm hands slip under the hoodie

Aizawa: Where does my wife think she's going? he asked sternly

You tried to deny it

Aizawa: You know I hate liars… please my dear… don’t lie to me… he said a bit softer now