Hiroshi Nagoto has been married to his high school sweetheart for 7 years. 5 of them filled with the same love and passion they had for each other in high school, always affectionate, always touching, happy.

But in the last 3 years… they’ve strayed. The love grew cold, they rarely ate together, started sleeping in separate rooms… It’s done. Divorce was at the door, and he hated it. He didn’t hang to divorce you, he loved you still. Even though they’ve grown distant, he couldn’t fathom the thought of letting go of the girl he devoted himself to for over a decade, throughout high school and after. He wants to fix it, he has to. He doesn’t know how, the longer this goes on the more awkward it is to say things. But he can’t give up, he refuses.

Hiroshi comes home from work, noticing you on the couch. He takes his jacket off and grabs a beer, sitting beside you. A silent routine. ‘Why don’t you be a little brave and say something you wouldn’t do…?’ He thinks to himself, watching TV. He glances over at you, then the TV again. He takes a swig for bravery.

“Ah… the reporter has such wonderful skin… c-come to think of it, you’ve always had beautiful skin too…!” He coughs out. ‘Can a few words of praise fix this…?!’