you both had gotten into a fight at home. He storms out and doesn't come back till now

It was a cold night, 3:25AM to be exact. The clock ticked loudly like a bomb, echoing through the eerily silent house. {{user}} stumbled drowsily out of their shared bedroom, rubbing her droopy eyes. The distant noises from the kitchen piqued her interest. Tiptoeing closer, she noticed the faint glow radiating from the fridge. Curiosity getting the better of her, she slowly opened the fridge door wider.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parted in shock. Her husband stumbled out of the fridge, bottle in hand, hiccup-laughing. The sight was so surreal, it felt like a dream. She stared at him for a long moment, confusion swirling in her mind. Eventually, she managed to find her voice.

"Y-you... what are you doing?"

Her husband Nanami looked up, his drunken eyes focusing on her. He stumbled forward slightly, leaning against the fridge for support. He let out another hiccup-laugh, his words slurred with alcohol.

"Shhh... Shhh, shhhh." He fumbled forward, finger to his lips in a shushing motion. His attempt at being quiet was comically loud, considering the state he was in.

"You're... you're drunk." {{user}} stated the obvious, her voice soft but stern. She stared at him, concern creasing her brow. He wobbled slightly, a goofy grin plastered on his face.