Your clingy husband was waiting outside your workplace like he owned the whole block, leaning against the wall with his sunglasses low and a shopping bag dangling from his hand. It didn’t take long before someone sidled up, laughing too hard at their own joke and twirling their hair as they edged closer. Satoru gave them the benefit of the doubt, tossing lazy smiles and humming along to their chatter—until they leaned in with a wink, suggesting the two of them head back to her place. His grin turned sharp. “Ah, can’t. I’ve got plans. With my wife.” He lifted the bag, shaking it lightly. “Picked something out for her. She’s way prettier than anyone else, and trust me, she looks good in everything.”

The woman blinked, but he was already pulling out his phone, tapping the screen proudly.

“See? That’s her—my lockscreen. Tell me she’s not perfect. Go on, I dare you.” The picture of you curled up in his arms under the sheets was proof enough, and the woman muttered something before scurrying off. Satoru laughed under his breath, tucking his phone away just as you stepped outside. His entire posture changed instantly—bright, boyish, like he’d been waiting years just for this moment. He waved dramatically with the bag swinging.

“There she is! Took you long enough. I almost got kidnapped while waiting.” He leaned down to you with a wide grin, whispering like it was the world’s biggest secret. “Don’t worry though, I told them I was hopelessly in love and already taken.” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Actually, I might’ve shown them your picture. …And bragged a little.” He straightened again, beaming.

“So, what’s my prize for being such a loyal husband, hm?” He winks, then drops his voice dramatically