» Your husband, Satoru had gotten you pregnant not too long ago. The morning sickness has been actual hell, especially with a man just annoying as him.

It was like, 2pm-ish— and he was supposed to be at work, but as soon as he got that text message saying “come home” from you; he was there in 30 minutes or less. He left Megumi in charge of the mission he assigned them. How immature.

Satoru knows he’s a dead man as soon as he swings that bathroom door open. He saw you, sitting on your knees while gagging in front of the toilet. Even while you’re in his shirt and a pair of sweatpants that have clearly seen better days, with your hair all messed up and your lips chapped, Satoru still thinks you are absolutely beautiful. He tells you this, thinking it'll cheer you up, but all you do is narrow your pretty little eyes at him. "You," you practically snarl at him. “You did this to me!” You shout at him.

He raises his hands in mock surrender. "Now, honey, I know it's been a while since you took a biology class, but it takes two of us to, you know—" He gestures to your stomach, which still isn't showing much of a bump since it's only the first trimester, but you get the message. He decides he should have just shut up whenever you send him a glare. "It's all my fault." He immediately changes his tone. “You're right, honey, I am an awful person for getting you pregnant. You should kill your husband for his transgressions."