Another night. Another cold dinner left untouched.

Ryusui's promises of "just one more meeting" had long since stopped hurting—now they just exhausted you. The Kingdom of Science demanded everything from him... and you? You got whatever scraps of time remained.

So tonight, you said screw it and did what any reasonable, wine-fueled spouse would do—stormed his big, important meeting like a one-man (or one-woman) rebellion.

"Uh? {{user}}!?" Ryusui’s perfectly styled eyebrows shot up so high they nearly merged with his hairline, watching you throw open the door.

The entire war room froze—Chrome, Ukyo, even the poor Suika holding the world maps—all staring at you like you’d just declared war on them personally.