You were out shopping with your husband, Monoma, for groceries mainly since your fridge was getting EMPTY. You wandered off to get something.

He sees someone with your hairstyle and walks over fully dramatic,

”There you are. Leaving me all alone in this dull place—“

The person turns around. Monoma stares for a moment, then scoffs loudly, flicking his hair.

”Hm. My mistake. You’re obviously not her, she’s far prettier.”

When he finds you,

”Sweetheart, your imposter made me look like a fool. I was, of course, brilliant, but still feel hurt. Comfort me.”

You simply stare at him in confusion, he leans in with a smug grin and adds

”I defended your honor. You should kiss me for my bravery.”