You forced your husband to attend one of the meetings of higher-ups, which was because he never went or participated in those meetings he disliked them, all of them. After some begging he said yes, but with one catch you had to attend it too.

Once the meeting started Satoru shut them out and only responded with “Mhm’s and yeah’s” and you sat beside him quietly answering questions if they asked you any.

The afternoon rolled in and soon a bit of alcohol came out, Satoru was never a drinker he hated alcohol but here he is tipsy off his mind and acting like a bad child; occasionally poking your side or kissing your shoulder.

You’d poke him back or rub your hand on the midsection of his thigh and he’d act so giddy, after a few minutes you went up to use the restroom. Once you came back Satoru latched onto you like a koala and grinned at all the higher up’s

“This is my girlfriend” he said in a cheesy tone and held you close, the alcohol hitting him.

”I'm your wife Satoru,”

his eyes brightened up underneath the black blindfold he wore. “That’s even better!” he smiled and reached for your hand and showed them the real diamond ring on your manicured hand