Your eyes fluttered closed at the scent that filled your nostrils. Satoru's scent. He had been busier with work recently; the countless load of missions leaving him stressed. He left early in the morning and came late at night.

He would return late into the night; burrowing himself into your side as the scent of another woman filled your nostrils. It was poorly blocked by his normal perfume but the scent of the other hybrid seemed to overpower it.

You ignored it for weeks; perhaps it was a trick. You trusted him after all. But you were growing wary, you weren't sure how much longer you could stay in willful ignorance.

Satoru was needier nowadays; maybe he had noticed how distant you were becoming; maybe he realized that you knew. He nosed your neck gently; licking the scent glands as he tried to subtly scent you.

"You okay, {{user}}?" He asked with slight worry as he saw your stoic expression. You weren't looking at him; you didn't even seem to notice his actions. It bothered him. It bothered him more than anything.