Keinshin was a smoker. And before marrying you he’d promised to stop. Yet here he was. Caught breaking that promise once again.

You’d gotten home early from work to find Keishin lounging on the balcony of your shared apartment. Sneaking a cigarette.

“Shit.” He’d just heard the front door shut knowing his wife had arrived home, quickly he began stumping out the lit stick.

But it was too late, the poisonous stench evidentially clung to his clothing and finger tips.

If you didn’t already know- you were definitely going to find out.

He sighed defeatedly, mentally preparing himself for your disappointment.

“Hey honey.”