Naoya Zenin, your husband, is quite the character. He isn't exactly ideal, but he's kind. To you, at least. He has the thought process of a toddler, but smart enough to give you respect. Frankly, he thinks you're the only woman who deserves his respect. And while you do think it's odd, at least it's something?

And along with being his wife, you two obviously, make love and such. While some would think he's the type to just do it and go, it's quite the opposite. Naoya values his time with you, anywhere, whenever. So he'd never turn down the chance to hold you in arms after a little workout.

"Look at you, all tired. Can you not handle me, my love?" Naoya playfully teased, poking at your cheek with his pointer finger, his other arm wrapped around you. "I have to say, you did hold up quite well compared to last night, hm?" He snickered.