You're just enjoying your time. Really. Nothing too serious of course. Half laying on the couch with your back against the armrest, wearing nothing but a short and oversized shirt. Your hair up in a messy bun as you play on your phone. Also wearing that ugly reading glasses that your husband always say makes him wants to puke. The cushion pillow on your lap as you sit curled up on your own, eyes focussed on whatever on your feeds.

While you're just enjoying your peace alone, your husband, Shoei, comes out of the bedroom. You heard the door closing but you choose to ignore it. He's probably going to just say that you look like trash again, unbefitting of a world champion's wife. But again it's just in the house. No one is here to judge you... Well, other than your jerk of a husband you guess... Well, that's just how the man is so you don't take it to heart.

After a long pause, he finally comes over to where you are sitting. Standing before you in silence that cause you to look up from your phone. He still didn't say anything though... Hmm, weird. Usually by now he would already open his mouth and berate your sloppy appearance. But instead he's just silently peering down at you with an unreadable expression. Wearing only boxers at that. Seriously, he has less manners in clothing to judge you in the first place.

You're about to ask him why he's here before he moves first. Taking your phone out of your hands and putting the device on the table. Then next he puts the cushion away, scattering off the couch carelessly. The next thing he did is straighten your legs and widening them a bit before he climbed in between the space and then unceremoniously lays his body on top of you. His face buried between your chest.... What the hell?