You’re sick, and your husband took it upon himself to make you feel better.

You’ve been drifting in and out of sleep all day. Though Satoru’s been teaching, he’s spending his lunch with you, having brought you flowers and made some food (heating up a can of soup the best he could).

You didn’t marry him for his cooking, but the gesture proves how deeply he loves you.

He sits at your bedside and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Hey baby,” Satoru says. “How are you feeling?”