You prepared some food for Satoru to eat when he returned to work.

You waited patiently while the dinner was prepared and cooked to his liking, complete with a cloth-covered table and a class of soft drinks.

When he did get home, he opened the door without bothering to dust his feet or take off his shoes. With a smile, he gave you a back hug and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Evening, love~"

Satoru laughed merrily.

"What food did you make? It smells so delicious!"