Satoru could care less that your married sure it’s “impractical” and “bad” to sleep with and be in love with a married person but the way you look at your husband doesn’t hold a candle to the way you look at satoru. He knows it.

No one even sees the way your husband treats you. The concealer you used. the long sleeves. He pressed soft kisses to your arm, shoulders then your collar bone. “How long until.. your husband gets home??” He’s hoping it’s not for a long while he doesn’t wanna leave. He wants to be here. Hold you, he wants to be your husband he’d never hurt you the way he does.

He ran his hands over your arm. He wished he could kiss away all your pain he’d take it for you.

“I wish he’d stay gone. Don’t you?”