You’re both far too young when you’re forced into an arranged marriage. Freshly eighteen, barely out of high school, it hadn’t been a good time. So, when you could divorce, Satoru signed the paper without blinking.

Now, though, years later, you’re both smarter, more mature. Sometimes he wonders what could’ve been had he said no when you asked for a divorce. Could he have grown to love you?

“Do you hangout at seedy bars in your free time?” he asks you, taking the seat next to you.