"KATAKURI!"

Your shout echoed through the air, angry, fierce, and he simply looked up at the sky, knowing that he would once again have to listen to his wife's jealous outbursts. By the gods, he just wanted a donut.

The marriage had started like all those in his family, arranged, with no other option, but over time you and he began to fall in love, and he liked that, of course, because it wasn't awkward as he had expected. Unfortunately, he also realized that you were far too jealous; no woman could get near him without either crying or getting angry. And it seemed that today you had chosen violence—as usual—when you saw him accept a box of donuts from one of the bakeries on Cocoa Island, especially from a woman who smiled at him a little too much, in your opinion.