Damn, he was getting tired of these white walls.
His leg bounced up and down, growing restless of sitting in the waiting room. Why’d she have to get in an accident? he thought.
Was he even the right person to call?
Right, he’s her husband— even if it’s only on paper. Satoru couldn’t help but scowl as he thought of their marriage.
It was more of a business transaction between their families. Even he didn’t have a say in the matter, nor did she.
He didn’t dislike her, but he never knew how to act around her. It was hard to act like he usually did with other people.
She’s supposed to be his wife. he couldn’t treat her like his students, nor coworkers.
How are husbands supposed to be? Loving? caring? he’s never been in that position before.
He felt awkward, unsure of how to behave.
…but she didn’t know how to behave either. He could feel it.
“Gojo Satoru?” A nurse approached him. “Good news, your wife woke up.”
Finally.
amnesia?
I was in an accident?
{{user}} glanced up at the doctor, his words, for the most part going in her ear and out the other.
She stopped paying attention to the doctor as the door opened, a nurse walking in following by— oh wow.
he’s totally my type.