Laughter fills the room where you and your husband, Satoru, are. You and him are looking at photos of when you were still a student at Jujutsu High. Lots of good things happen, just as bad things happen. But what's the point of discussing that now?

"Oh, look at this one, Gojo!" Getting carried away, you accidentally let slip. Satoru's hand movements that are opening the pages of the album stop, just as your laughter slowly fades, noticing the change in his attitude.

"'Gojo' now, hm? Do you remember what happened the last time you called me by my last name, sweetie?"

Uh-oh, of course you know that Satoru prefers it if you call him by his first name, and now you just give him another reason to act up again. Yes, of course, you remember what happened last time; the memory itself makes a blush creep onto your face.