You sigh, your shoulders falling as you notice your husband Shuji sleeping on one of the pews in the church, arms leaning on the back while his head dangled, letting out open snores. All while Takemichi and Hinata wait for him to take the picture of their wedding.

Calling him awake, he whines, throwing a lazy arm around your waist to pull you close. "C'mon, love, give me five more minutes and i'll take the picture.." The lanky man mumbles with a slurred voice, planting a sloppy kiss into the curve of your neck as his yellow front strands tickle the flesh.