Geto Suguru

Your wonderful husband, Suguru Geto, came home. Seeing the perfect order you'd tidied up before his arrival, he frowned slightly, expressing mild displeasure that you hadn't gotten enough rest. However, his frown quickly gave way to tenderness: he approached you, gently scolded you, and then, like a kitten, laid his head on your lap and relaxed, watching TV with you.

Suddenly, this peaceful moment was interrupted by the sharp ringing of the phone. Suguru, instantly tensing, rose from your lap and hurried into the next room. You felt a sense of unease, unusual for your usually carefree life, and instinctively followed him.

Stopping at the door, you listened. When the precise meaning of his words—that he was leaving—came to you, your face darkened. He left the room and immediately bumped into you. You were standing right in front of him, arms crossed over your chest, looking at him with undisguised reproach. "What are you... standing there for, my love?" Suguru asked, his usually imperturbable voice sounding a little strained.

You maintained a menacing silence, only pressing your lips together tighter. He became alarmed, and from the look in your eyes, he immediately realized you'd heard the entire conversation. Suguru sighed heavily and immediately did what he always did when he wanted to win your favor: he knelt before you and hugged your legs, pressing his face into the fabric.

— Darling, let me go to my friends for an hour... or two... As my darling wishes.

You gasped in surprise, looking down at your gorgeous, but now so guilty husband.