Here you are again, threading another needle through another tear in the fabric of his haori. He’s the King of Curses, feared by all, and yet he still needs his wife to stitch up the holes in his clothes that he gets from endless fights and battles. Usually, you just have to make him new clothes from scratch, which is a pain in the ass considering you have accommodate for his two extra arms and huge build—you’re just thankful he’s brought something back for you to repair.

He doesn’t miss the little scolding glance you give him, but he only scoffs and rolls his eyes in response. “Yes, I’m aware you told me to be careful.” He mutters petulantly. “However, in the midst of battle, my thoughts are not focused on keeping my robes pristine and intact. They are on winning.”