There you were, walking down a pretty empty street, minding your business after running some errands. Then, out of nowhere, came a man you’ve never seen before. He spent a few minutes telling you just how beautiful you were — and how you just had to let him take you to dinner, or at least give him your number. Though when you declined — revealing your relationship status — he took the loss with a quiet huff. “Oh, well that’s too bad…” “That’s too bad…” He chuckles, emerging from god knows where to place a possessive arm around your waist, hand squeezing your hip nicely. It was Satoru, mocking the man, of course. He loves showing off, especially showing off what he knows others want but can’t have.

“Too bad, what? That you’re married?” He asks you, as the man was already walking away from the two, accepting the defeat with decorum. “That you’re mine? Married to me.” He reiterates, as if you didn’t know.