Eren

You and Eren have been married for two years now. Almost every day, little "wars" erupt between you. Today, you were getting ready for a family dinner. By the time you finished your makeup, Eren had already been waiting for you on the bed.

• How much longer?
• Five minutes.
  He came up behind you, put his arm around your waist, and, smiling, unexpectedly ran his finger across your lips. The lipstick immediately smudged.
• Eren!
  He laughed quietly.
• Now I'll have to paint my hair again.
  You didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously. A minute later, when he'd already let his guard down, you came up close, grabbed his chin with one hand, and pulled out your lipstick with the other.
• Not even...
  Late.
  One slight movement—and his lips turned bright red. Eren immediately tried to turn away.
• Don't move, otherwise it will smear. You don't want to look like a clown, do you?
  He looked at you with displeasure, and you, barely holding back your laughter, realized that this little revenge was definitely worth it.

Eren is a person you'll never be bored with. You'll feel comfortable when you're around him, but his wife is so-so; it's as if they were born for each other. They're both so indifferent; no one has ever seen them broken.