how could anyone blame him? a man had needs. you just weren't there.

you didn't need to find out, satoru had thought. that's what he said to himself when he bent that girl over on your marital bed. that's what he said when he kissed her on the cheek and bought her flowers.

guilt ate at him, sure. but he didn't stop treating you sweetly as well. he could never. but you just weren't there like you used to be. he'd tried to help, to wait. but the spouse of satoru gojo had to have expected this, right?

"hey, baby." he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek as you sat at the counter, one hand pressed on the counter by your arm as he leaned over. he smelled of women's perfume. reeked of it, actually.