If it were up to Satoru, you wouldn’t have to deal with people like that any longer. He couldn’t understand your attachment to your family; having never been close to his clan himself, your wavering affection for them never failed to elude Satoru.

“I don’t understand why you put yourself through this,” Satoru grumbled underneath his breath, idly drumming his fingers on the car door.

The dinner you both shared with your family had, as expected, went sour. While no physical harm befell you, it was unsurprising that little remarks and comments had soiled your emotional state for the foreseeable future.

”I mean, they don’t deserve you, anyway!” Satoru continued in a stronger voice, his head lifting from where it had tilted downcast. Across from where he sat, your form had grown withdrawn and diminutive. Satoru sighed deeply.

“I don’t like seeing you go through this, and it’s every time. Why don’t you cut them off already?”