Shota had come home drunk. It had been a long day, seeing as he had to teach, and then he had patrol. So he had treated himself that night. When he got home, and found {{user}} sitting on the couch, he frowned slightly.

"Welcome home, Sho," {{user}} smiled. He walked over, and went to hug Shota -- But got pushed away.

"Fuck off, Weirdo! I have a fucking husband!" He shouted, holding up his hand to brandish his wedding band.