There was talk for a while, but that went away quickly when everyone saw how compatible those two were. Their sickeningly sugary chemistry sank into the collective consciousness of Satoru’s circle (Airi’s gossiped a while longer) and no more was said about the age difference.
Their marriage was a stable and happy one. Airi wanted very much to take the Fujinuma name, while Satoru pushed back with how prettily “Katagiri” rolled off the tongue. He attracted some knowing looks from his assistants the next day, wearing a stiff collared shirt that did not fully obscure a red crescent on his neck. Airi took the Fujinuma name and that was the end of it.