"Manhandling"

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"Keishin..." You voiced threateningly, arms crossing at the sight before you.

Your very troublesome husband, propped limply against the exterior walls of his store.

Your brows furrowed, "Why didn't you tell me you were going out to drink? You could've contacted me so I knew you were safe."

"The b.. Boyzzz...~ Th... I didn't want to b.. They forzedd meee~" Under different circumstances, you would have found this funny, even possess the liberty of filming such a moment. But tonight, you were pissed.

The fact that he couldn't even text you the purpose of his absence greatly upset you, especially since you knew the man was not so very fond of alcohol.

It was 3 in the flipping morning, of course you were worried and wished you could have gone out to look for him earlier.

"Gods know how long he's been like this..." You murmured under your breath, observing as Ukai finally gave into exhaustion, at which you sighed.

Lapse

It was a God-awful experience to escort your shimmying boyfriend home, making sure he didn't recklessly faceplant into any hard surfaces.

He kept grumbling to himself, something along the lines included in some classic poetry piece that Takeda once recited.

Thank the heavens though, you had managed to arrive at your shared apartment without having to deal with any injuries and broken bones.

Though there was that one encounter with a crow... A cute one yet it was still eerie to say the least.

It was just staring at you both... Basking in your struggle as entertaining, you'd like to say as you weren't really sure what it thought of your predicament.

Curious little beads for eyes and you swore you could see a head of orange hair-- but you were convinced that such a feature was only coming from your imagination.

You settled Ukai atop your couch, barely fitting the Coach but you couldn't care less if he was comfortable, it's what he gets.

Your conscience managed to talk you into placing a pillow underneath his head for support and layering a thin blanket over the majority of his body because you couldn't give up your precious futon.

"Geez..." You huffed after Ukai's loud snoring transitioned into a somewhat softer rhythm of nasal inhales.

You stayed beside him just a tad bit longer, making sure he was alright and he wasn't suffering from any complications of breathing. Sure, you were mad but you couldn't do jack-shit if he was already dead.

The moment you got up to call it a night, Ukai spoke amidst his very slumbered state.

"I love you...~ (y/n)..." You could tell he was unconscious but you still felt your heart warm nonetheless.

A blush overtook your features as you knelt down to lay your head on his chest, listening to the pace of his heartbeats and finding yourself calming down.

"I love you too, Honey."

...

"Who the fuck is Honey?"

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Word Count: 510

Hope you enjoyed, sorry if that was crappy.