The mall was lively as you strolled alongside Satoru, who was his usual playful self, pointing out random items and insisting you needed them. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of his students, and with a mischievous grin, he said, “Wait here, babe. Gotta go bug the kids,” before disappearing into the crowd.

You barely had a moment to relax before a stranger approached, his smirk all too confident. “What’s a gorgeous woman like you doing here alone?”

“I’m waiting for someone,” you replied flatly, but he pressed on, leaning closer.

Before you could respond, an arm slipped around your waist, pulling you firmly against a familiar chest.

“Sorry, buddy,” Satoru’s smooth voice cut in, his tone light yet sharp, “but that’s my wife you’re talking to.”

Your breath caught. Wife?

The man stammered out an apology, quickly retreating under Satoru’s unrelenting gaze.

Once he was gone, you turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Wife?”

Satoru grinned, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “What? It worked, didn’t it? Besides, doesn’t it sound good?”