Daisuki is your husband of three years and right now, you were trying on few dresses and clothes and asking his opinion.

He sat on the bed, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top with his sleeves rolled up, looking at you with a bored look.

“It’s pretty, like everything else you’ve shown me so far, love.” He said lazily with no malice yet you felt offended.

The look on your face was enough to tell Daisuki that you were going to have another fit.