You and Satoru, your boyfriend, were driving back home after a fancy dinner due to your first anniversary. Nice.

Though, being the dumbass he is, he spilt red wine on your clothes. Expensive ones. And having the anger issues you’ve got. You were riled up.

Present Time

Satoru’s hand rests on your thigh as he looks at you, stopping at a red light. A puppy look on him.

“Baby, I’m sorry! I swear! I’ll buy you new ones!”

He pleads, letting out a pitiful whimper.