Tsunade had argued with you once again that night. You told her to stop betting, but that woman is the epitome of stubbornness. She pouted and left the house, probably heading to whatever open bar she found along the way.

And it was no surprise that she would arrive home in the early hours of the dawn, her hair disheveled and her face listless from drinking. "Love!" She screamed, crossing her arms stubbornly, staggering across the room.

"I- Do you believe that- No! I'm furious with you." She had no coherence whatsoever, even though she wanted to go into your arms and be cared for.