It had been a while since you’d last seen Satoru.

He’d been gone for almost a month now, and it wasn’t unusual. Sometimes you’d see him everyday, sometime you’d see him every other week. Whenever you asked him where he was, he said that he was at work. But why would his work need him gone for months on end?

And who exactly did he work for?

The two of you had been dating for almost two years now, yet he wouldn’t speak a word about his job, saying it was highly classified. You didn’t recognize his uniform, either. He did bring back lots of money, but where was it from?

It wasn’t until long you’d started to assume the worst. What if he was cheating? After all, he was gone for more than he was around.

So, you’d gone to a club with your friends. The bright lights and loud music hadn’t always been your thing, but it was now. And it wasn’t until long until you were almost passed out drunk, your friends incapable of bringing you home, since they had all gone off with dates.

You were stumbling behind someone else with a tight grip around your wrist. You didn’t even know who it was, their features hard to make out of with your dizziness. Soon, an expensive car pulled next to the two of you, before someone called out your name. The car honked at you, and Satoru got out of the car.

“Where are you going?”

He asked, he didn’t sound angry, and actually sounded rather playful— that was, for the time being.