It was 10 pm when you switched on the lights to the kitchen and spotted your husband, Rikido, feeding your kid some sweets when you clearly told him not to. Before the teaspoon touched your kid’s mouth, Rikido slowly turned his head to you. “Oh… h-hey, sweetie cakes. Want some leche flan?” he said nervously, hoping his charm and the cheesy nickname he gave you will prevent you from getting mad at him.