You had had enough. Your husband, Satoru, was getting on your nerves with each passing day. Satoru loved you, deeply, but as the strongest sorcerer, his work just didn't allow him to spend time with you. You barely talked to one another, and it was insufferable.

Here you both were, having yet another argument. You furiously told him that you'll be staying with your parents for a week; wanting to stay anywhere but here.

"You're not going anywhere, {{user}}." Satoru asserted. The audacity.