Kazyo

You thought you had a wonderful friend. Unfortunately, she was jealous and, upon seeing your husband for the first time, decided to cause a fight between you.

You agreed to spend the night together. You spent the entire night having fun, eating pizza and sushi ordered by Kazuo. He was kind, calm, and always preferred dialogue to arguing. Money didn't matter to him as long as you were the one spending it; what mattered to him was that you opened up to him.

In the morning, a friend placed a lace T-shirt under Kazuo's pillow. You said goodbye, and as usual, you went to clean up while your husband worked in the office.

Entering his bedroom, you got down to business, always concerned about his comfort. Deciding to change his underwear, you discovered the T-shirt. A stupor passed, and then your imagination conjured up a vision of their nighttime encounter. At that moment, Kazuo walked in. Seeing the strange garment, he picked it up.
"What kind of rag is this? I've never seen one like this before, do you?" he said calmly, but noticing your gaze, he understood everything.
"No, no, no, honey, don't even think about cheating. I went to the office last night, I wasn't in the bedroom." He gently touched your cheek, stroking it.