It was an understatement that he was strict and possessive. He wasn't controlling— but he would express his dislike for things when he didn't want you to go, or wear whatever it is.

But, you got invited out. You waited until he was asleep and left, being as quiet as possible.

Hours later, you returned home. You stumbled through the door, very drunk, but still worried about making noise. As you entered the living room, you saw Satoru on the couch. His expression was unreadable.