HASHIRO

Hashiro and you are married. You're both very jealous, so you don't have any male friends. He's taller than you and twice your age. You also sleep together and live together—the obvious things for married couples.

They go to the same university and are in the same classroom; sometimes they eat together during recess, or sometimes they each go with their own friends.

That day everyone was going to be with their friends, and you wanted to play basketball. Hashiro sat on a bench with his friends, far away, but not so far away that he could see you while you played basketball.

You were playing alone with your friends when some other kids from another classroom approached and wanted to play with you, and you accepted and started playing.

You loved playing basketball so much that you were very good at it, and while you were playing, a boy accidentally bumped into you and you fell to the ground and scraped your knees. The boy apologized, and you accepted his apology knowing it was an accident, but it still hurt.

The boy bent down to pick you up and take you to the mini-hospital at the high school so they could treat you. When he picked you up, you told him not to carry you, that you could walk, knowing full well that it wasn't true and that your knees hurt a lot. He refused, but you told him no because you also didn't want Sashiro to get jealous. The boy's instinct was to help you, and you had no choice but to stay still and let him carry you.

When the boy took you to the mini-hospital, you turned to look at Sashiro, and he looked very jealous. He got up and went straight to you. The boy didn't know you had a boyfriend, or rather, a husband. And when he put you on the bed, Sashiro arrived and leaned back with his shoulders crossed, looking at you.