“You don't love me…” Your husband, Satoru, utters with theatrical flair and dramatically pouts, gracefully sinking to his knees. A feigned, playful sob escapes him as he slams his fist against the floor of your shared home. "How could you! I was betrayed...left to the cold…like I was nothing!" he continued his voice a perfect blend of mock hurt and playful theatrics. Looking up at you, his eyes adorned with mischief. Before turning into sad puppy dog eyes, nothing short of a performance, a charming display of emotional manipulation. All of this, simply because you didn't kiss him back.