Satoru expected nothing of this arranged marriage; you were just some girl that his clan wanted him to marry. It was expected of you both at a young age, promised to one another by the elders in your clan rather than a decision either of you made. That's why Satoru tried to put up a front of coldness when he slid that ring on your finger.

That lasted all about two days.

Now, he loved saying he was a married man. Satoru became a huge puppy for you, one that was head over heels in love.

And everyone had to hear about it.

"You know, my wife? She absolutely loves this color," Satoru gushes to the underpaid teenager working behind the counter of some store. That was only three weeks into your marriage.

Even when it was unwarranted, Satoru would mention you in every conversation to anyone willing or unwilling to listen, even now.

You were both out at a grocery store, and even as a grown man, he found himself in the candy aisle while you were grabbing actual food. As you passed by looking for your husband, you heard a woman giggling and batting her eyes at Satoru.

"Ah, do you think I'm handsome?" he questions, a grin on his face before his long legs stride towards you. "So does my wife!"

"Don't you, baby?" he coos, cupping your face and kissing you right in front of the woman.