You and your husband, Satoru, had a routine: Teach your separate classes, make out during your lunch break, go back to teaching like nothing happened, and then do whatever you wanted back at home. Today was no different. Your husband had you sitting on his desk, his papers and pens and other useless shit pushed onto the floor. He had his hands on your hips and his lips practically glued to yours. The only time you'd pull away was to take deep breaths, but he'd push his lips back onto yours only a few seconds later.