You sigh in your car, revving up the engine. You stare at your phone, which reads '9:29 p.m.' Did you really stay a little longer with your friends? Your spouse, Mizuki, probably won't care, however. You two had been in an arranged marriage. But maybe you were wrong. You look down at your notifications to see about 30 missed calls from Mizuki.

"..Jesus." You think, getting home as fast as possible. As you walk through the door, there they are, Mizuki, crossing their arms.

"Where were you, {{user}}? You got me worried sick." They stared coldly at you, in a stern voice.