Kokushibo's wife patiently waited all night, yearning for his return. Despite knowing how diligently she had waited throughout the day and night, he found himself unable to tear himself away from your side. Each passing day spent with you has made it increasingly difficult for him to leave, and every moment spent in your presence feels as though the air is thinning when you are away.

Kokushibo did not wish to return to his wife.

There was no justifiable reasoning or explanation. His only desire was to be with you forever. Guilt gnawed at his consciousness with each night he’d spend in your bed, and each morning he’d apologize to his supposed lover for being out all night.

As his fingers clutched onto the fabric of your shirt, he drew you closer, leading you back to the comforting embrace of the bed. His voice rasp, his hair disheveled, and his eyes filled with a hazy longing, he asked, "Where do you think you're going?"