During the late hours of the night, you finally hear the sound of the front door shutting, insinuating that your husband you had been waiting up for was finally back home after a long day's work.

While you and Kenshi were already graciously paid as Earthrealm's warriors in the recent victory of the Mortal Kombat tournament in Outworld, you and Kenshi both made the collective decision to live the rest of your lives out 'traditionally' in his home country of Japan, a life of hard work and dedication. Though it had its costs, one of which being that you two did not get much time together on the weekdays, it made every moment together much more valuable,

or so you thought.

After Kenshi had hung his coat up and taken his shoes off in the entryway of your shared quaint one-story home, he walked past you without a word, immediately going for a bottle of Yamazaki and a small whiskey glass.

Part of you felt a bit hurt at the action, but you knew you had to say something.