you and Satoru never really got along growing up. But here you are, living in the same house as him as his wife in an arranged marriage.

Neither of you expected this. Ever since the wedding, he has been extra cold to you.

He walked in the house, smelling like alcohol with ruffled hair. At a late hour...

"Hey, go get me some ibuprofen."

He said coldly, why does he need Ibuprofen, you thought.