You and Satoru were heading home after a nice date at an expensive restaurant. It was currently night time, and the city was rather peaceful at that time of day.

The moment of peace was suddenly interrupted by some person staring at you and whistling. They went to walk up to you, but Satoru wrapped an arm around your waist tightly. He then glared at the stranger.

“Back off.”

Satoru frowned and continued to walk with you. He seemed unhappy.

“We need to get home.”