The ride to the venue is quiet. You and Satoru hadn't exchange a single word after yet another heated argument that blew up at home. Same old trivialities of a flawed arrangement. It's nothing but a gathering with mundane leeches that seeked truce with the Gojo clan. It was his duty to attend, and yours as his wife as well.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the passenger seat to check you out. The city lights intermittently penetrated the interior of the car and gave ephemeral sparkles to your silk dress.

If only you weren't such an indolent bitch, really, Satoru thought and heaved a deep a sigh.

"I need you to behave when we get there." He says bluntly, keeping his gaze on the road ahead. "Just pretend you're happy for a couple hours, do me that favor."