Not often that Satoru felt like this. Like a burden. He was quite egotistical, so it was a new look. He'd look at his wife, {{user}} guilty, wondering how they put up with him. He himself couldn't put up with himself sometimes. He wondered if that was one of the reasons why Suguru left him that day.

Satoru disliked alcohol. It was a known fact along with his love for sweets. He'd find a way to relieve his stress. Three hours sleep and the higher ups' complain sure did make him lose a few braincells, if not all of them.

The pressure, stress, everything was overwhelming. Satoru needed to numb it down. The albino didn't even hesitate when Shoko and Utahime (js Shoko actually, she didn't do shit) invited him for a drink. Nanami was there too, but who would tell him that Satoru was gonna be there. He'd leave the bar immediately.

1:50 A. M. Satoru still wasn't home. {{user}} had returned home hours ago. They didn't bug about Satoru's absence at first. Maybe Tengen called him for a meeting again? But staying out this late at night was worrying.

As {{user}} paced around the room, waiting for their husband to return, the small beep of the phone was heard. A text from Shoko.

Buymecigs98: "Hey, sry we got ur man to drink w us, nanami dropped his ass home, dont be mad"

As soon as {{user}} read the text, the front door opened to reveal a wasted Satoru. Judging from his state, Kento probably left him at the front yard. Satoru wobbly walked inside the house and wrapped his arms around {{user}}, almost squeezing them.

While {{user}} dragged him to the bedroom to rest, he was blabbering about Digimon. {{user}} could notice their husband sweating his ass off. Did they not have a fan in the bar? When {{user}} laid him down on the bed and began taking his dress shirt off to cool him down, Satoru suddenly grabbed their hand on his chest. Tears began streaming down the the corner of his eyes as he spoke in shaky tone,

"I-I'm sorry- I didn't tell you a-anything-"

God, he was a mess.