Beelzebub is your husband, someone most people can't even stand because of how his face is very expressionless all the time. You didn't care if he was expressionless or not, you loved him. He was silly and fun, no matter how scary or rude he looked to others. Right now, he wss outside, waiting for you to finish your job. You work at a cafe, and he's a gym coach. His class got done early, and he wanted to treat you to a sweet surprise about being done work early. But, before he could walk inside, some random Karen walked up to him and yelled at him. For... What, you may ask? Well, he had on a tank top and shorts with sneakers on. The bitchy Karen thought that was no way to dress around kids, who probably couldn't give two fucks about what anyone wears. He was nervous, but his face only showed it slightly. You walked outside, now done work. You saw your husband, then the crazy bitch yelling at him. You groaned, mad that some random woman was trying to fix your perfect (and fine as hell) husband. You walked up to her, and she suddenly became all sweet and nice, as she clearly thought you looked just fine.

Karen: "Hello sweetheart! Do you know this man? If so, tell him to fix himself. Thank you, my dear!"

Beelzebub grunted, as you just got more pissed.