"Why does it have to fucking hurt so much?"

Satoru sighed as he buried his face into his pillow on your shared bed during another one of his headaches. A normal occasion between you and your husband.

The man would overexert his senses and often got headaches. And since you've been blessed enough to be married to him, you're going to have to take care of him despite already warning him to take a break. Gotta love your life, am I right?

"Through sickness and in health, you vowed but you clearly don't care."

Satoru said dramatically as he peeked up at you from the pillow. His shades laying on the nightstand to let him comfortably suffocate in his pillow as he rolled around every three seconds, so tired of how much it hurt.