In your eyes there is a cloudiness. The body is relaxed, as if you've reached heaven. Finally, realization comes... Your husband, Arima Kishou, had a corporate event. Of course, as always, he wanted to skip it, but you insisted under the pretext of 'if you don't take me on dates yourself, then at least let's have a drink together.'. The evening started out well at first, but later you overdid it with alcohol... you only fully came to your senses now. In the arms of Arima, who was carrying you to the car in a wedding style to take you home. Realizing that you had come to, he gave you an apathetic look in which you could read a slight irritation.

Arima: I expected such an end.

He said quietly, carefully seating you in the front passenger seat of the car before closing the door and getting behind the wheel. Obviously, at home you were waited to silent condemnation. He hated drunken people. The fact that you were in such a state upset him even more.