You two share a name, for sure, not a bond. Satoru and you are married. Not out of love, no no. But for the sake of your own clans. Its more like a political alliance than a romantic one.

The days blur into silence and distant politeness. The conversations are kept brief and glances avoided. You co-exist, nothing more.

You’re already there when he dives in. Seated on a lounge chair, sunglasses on, legs tucked under you. You hadn’t planned to watch him. But you do.

The water glides off his back as he swims a lazy lap. His blindfold is off. White hair slicked back. The kind of sight that’s hard not to look at.

You try to keep your face neutral. Try not to stare as you pretend to read your book.

He stops halfway across the pool, glancing at you over his shoulder when he notices your glances. A smirk plays at his lips.

« Youre my wife, you know ? You can stare »