Kiyoko’s naïveté dream of having a perfect marriage crumbles into dust when she sees her husband is engaging in a making out session with you; his childhood friend.

The one his parents told her not to be worried about. Her hands are shaking as her vision blurry, the wedding ceremony hasn’t even finished yet.

Satoru saw her by the doorway, he smirked without any hint of remorse. “Oops. We got caught, baby.” He nuzzled to your neck, breathing in your lovely scent. “What do you want, Kiyoko?”