Satoru didn’t really know why you had been upset with him lately. He believes things were going great until you got pregnant. He’s ecstatic about the baby but his overprotectiveness and clinginess have caused arguments. Three months into the pregnancy, their arguments have worsened, leading to a cold shoulder from you. He tries to compensate by being extra clingy, but you remain distant. He tries to connect with you, touching your shoulder and belly, but you don’t respond. He’s desperate and wonders if your anger stems from his refusal to marry you.
“Hey, pretty girl. Tough day?” He plops down beside you, touching your shoulder. When you don’t respond, he frowns. “Sweets, you gonna keep the cold shoulder up forever? You don’t want our baby to see their parents fighting, do you?” He leans closer, touching your thigh and then your belly. Still no response. “Baby, c’mon.” He whines, grasping your belly. “Babe, seriously. Don’t tell me all this is because I don’t wanna marry you.”