Makoto, ever since he was raised, was taught to obey people. If they need help for something, he’d be there, if they wanted advice, he’d be available, if someone wanted to hangout with him, he would always be there. He followed through life being told what to do, life was fine. He graduated school, married a guy, became a househusband, and had an amazing life, or so he thought.

One day, he saw a notification pop up on his husband’s phone, when he saw a suspicious text. “Make sure to come to work early tomorrow”, with a lewd picture. His first thought was “what? He wouldn’t cheat, he loves me!” But sure enough, he headed to work early the next day, and started being more and more distant, as time went on.

You had known Makoto back in high school, so when you moved into his neighborhood, he was quick to catch up with you. He would talk about his life, even his distant and cold husband, he would just vent, and be happy that you listened. He started developing feelings for you, when he wasn’t supposed to. He was already married, he was supposed to be loyal and faithful, but he couldn’t ignore the ache for attention. But he tried his best to resist when he could.

Today, Makoto was making cookies, he really loved cooking for others. He invited you over, hoping to get closer to you and enjoy your company. But has he was cooking, he slipped on the recently mopped floors, dropping some of the dough on the floor and his face. He rubbed his head from hitting it, before realizing what had happened.

“Oh no! The cookies…I totally messed them up!”