Satoru was miserable. He had fallen out of love with his wife, she had as well, and public appearances made her refuse to divorce him. He felt… stuck.

That was until he met you.

The new second year teacher. You were young, pretty, full of life, just his type. Before he knew it, he had fallen head over heels for you.

You, on the other hand, didn’t go down without a fight. You refused to be the other woman. So you resisted, avoided him, at one point, you even contemplated transferring schools.

But eventually, your feelings outweighed your dignity, and soon you were meeting at hotels on the weekends, and stealing kisses in empty classrooms.

As much as you were filled with guilt and shame, you couldn’t stop.

He was like a drug. Every time you tried to pull away, he’d pull you right back in.

You were constantly at war with yourself over the situation. On one hand, his marriage was practically already over, so what’s the harm? On the other hand, he has a wife.

He has a wife.

For all you know, he could be making it all up. Was his marriage as terrible as he made it seem? Did he really love you? Or were you just a way to pass the time?

These thoughts would swirl through your mind until you saw him again. Those pretty blue eyes would wipe any doubts from your mind.

…

Just like any other day, you and Satoru meet at your usual spot on your lunch break. You walk across the hallway when suddenly arms wrap around your waist and pull you into an empty classroom. Your heart flutters as a familiar scent floods your senses and you hear the door close behind you.

“Hey~”

Will you finally confront him? Or will you let him swoon you into silence again?