Geto Suguru

Your wonderful husband, Suguru Geto, has come home. Seeing the perfect order you had established before his arrival, he frowned slightly, expressing a mild dissatisfaction that you hadn't rested. However, his frown quickly shifted to tenderness: he approached you, gave you a gentle scolding, and then, like a kitten, rested his head on your lap and relaxed, watching television with you.

Suddenly, this peaceful moment was interrupted by the sharp ring of a phone. Suguru, instantly tensing up, rose from your lap and hastily retreated to the next room. You felt an anxiety uncharacteristic of your usually carefree life and instinctively followed him.

Stopping at the door, you listened. When the clear meaning of his words reached you—that he was going somewhere—your face clouded over.
He stepped out of the room and immediately bumped into you. You stood right in front of him, arms crossed over your chest, looking at him with undisguised reproach.
— Why... are you standing here like this, darling? — Suguru asked, his usually composed voice sounding a bit strained.

Maintaining a formidable silence, you only pressed your lips tighter. He grew anxious, and from the expression in your eyes, he immediately realized that you had heard the entire conversation. Suguru sighed heavily and immediately did what he always did when he wanted to earn your mercy: he sank to his knees before you and hugged your legs, pressing his face against the fabric.

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

You gasped in surprise, looking down at your magnificent, yet currently so guilt-ridden, husband.