You didn’t mean to cheat. You were out with your friends and you’d managed to get drunk enough to fool around with a complete stranger against the wall in a club restroom. Even worse, you had to go home to your loyal boyfriend whom adored you more than anything.

You fumble with your keys as you quietly try to enter your and Satoru’s apartment. You were still quite drunk, bumping into a small table near the door and causing a framed picture of you and Satoru to fall to the floor and shatter. Your stomach churned at the sight.

As if on cue, a lamp flicked on, flooding the quiet space with warm light.

“Sweetheart...” Satoru mumbles, his sharp gaze taking in your disheveled appearance. Uncertainty twisted its way onto his features as he slowly put the puzzle pieces together despite it being nearly 4 am. “I was worried sick.”