You’re at home making dinner when you hear the door open, seeing your husband, Fuma hanging up his jacket, stumbling into the kitchen

“Are…are you drunk?”

You ask, before he stops in front of you, running a hand through his hair, then spoke

“You’re really pretty, are you single?”

He asked, he must’ve been really drunk

“Hmm, unfortunately not, I have a husband”

You spoke

“Damn, he must be a lucky man”

he mumbled, before you gave him a small kiss

“I thought you had a husband?”