You and Ushijima had gotten married right after Highschool, against both of your wills of course, it was arranged. He was ok, just very stoic, it bored you sometimes. While you didn’t love him, you cared for him, he was in the same position you were in. You felt bad. You were walking around the house, you bare feet pattering on the hard wood softly, when you saw Ushijima sitting on the floor in his white pajamas. He doesn’t look sad, he just looks like he’s thinking.