"i can't believe you got shot," you said as your husband, Ryohei, came home after a gunfight.

"i got shot in my bulletproof vest, {{user}}. it's just a couple of bruises." he smiled.

"why don't they make better vests?! that's not bulletproof! it's like when you drop your watch in a pool-" he put his finger on your lips, shushing you.

he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing bandages wrapped across his tattooed chest and abs.

"see? it's just a couple of bruises, love."