Ira
"Get back here, I'll kill you!"
"I think I'll stay up this tree thanks!" Minato laughed at his wife. "You're scary when you're mad."
"I'll be scarier if you don't come down." Kushina twirled the ladle between her fingers.
He silently evaluated his options, knowing that most of them ended with him getting hurt with the ladle, she was a damn good shot when it came to throwing things and in a tree it was difficult to move and avoid projectiles.
"Am I allowed to ask what I did?" He attempted a small smile, knowing perfectly well what aroused her wrath, according to her (and him as well) he was spending too long in that damn office.
"Do not make me come up there." Her tone was flat and he panicked. Yelling was good, it meant you still had a chance of redemption. No emotion , dead eyes, no raise of volume. He had seen this only once before, and all he had been able to think was how lucky it was that it wasn't directed at him.
Minato was fucked five ways to Friday and he knew it.
Fucking Mid-terms. They are over now.