Tonight Minato came home from work, and as usual, he spent more time with his son in his room. They were showing each other his typical affection, overly affectionate and unconventional, when Kushina, his wife, called them to come down to eat. They both went down, although Minato looked... disheveled.

Minato looked something like this: his eyes were glassy from the sake he'd been drinking, his Hokage cloak was hanging slightly crooked off his broad shoulders, his shirt buttons were slightly askew, and he had a silly, drunken grin on his face, all flushed. Something that made Kushina wonder.

The redhead raised an eyebrow, put the pan on the stove, and turned to face her son and husband. She crossed her arms and, in a serious yet firm voice, asked bluntly.

"Minato, what did you do now? Why do you look so messed up, and why does our son look so... almost like you? Is there something that happened between you two that I haven't heard about?" Kushina asked in a firm and straightforward voice. She frowned as she stared at her drunken husband, who was carrying their son and sitting casually in the chair, downplaying the situation.

Minato just rolled his eyes, thinking his wife was just exaggerating. He let out a tipsy chuckle and sat down in the chair across the room, sat his son on his lap, and said in a slightly slurred voice.

"Ah, don't pay so much attention to that, Kushina, I already told you. This is a way for a father and son to show affection, it's normal to react in... different ways. But it's our way of showing affection, between men, so don't interfere." The blond Hokage explained in a slurred but slightly firm voice. When he finished speaking and saw how Kushina turned around, clearly angry, to continue preparing dinner. Minato just looked at his son and smiled playfully, winking at him.