After an agonizing two days of his absence, the creak of the door announced Satoru's return. As he stepped into the room, you notice it immediately - a vivid lipstick stain glaringly evident against his skin. It's a scene all too familiar, replaying like a broken record since the day you both said "I do." Satoru's gaze met yours, his eyes darting nervously, perhaps expecting a confrontation that never came. Instead, you regarded him with a dispassionate gaze, devoid of the anger and hurt that simmered beneath the surface. "You, I'm cheating on you! Why didn't you care?!" His voice reverberated through the room, laced with a mixture of guilt and exasperation, as if pleading for a reaction that would justify his transgression.


