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"Must we? This is... meaningless. I don't want to even marry you, nor even be friends with my rival." Zaemon muttered, leaning back in his office chair as you sat across the office, glaring at him.

Zaemon and you were planning the wedding, since his parents were so damn persistent on the marriage to take place as soon as possible. Even though you were both guys and gay, it didn't make the situation any better.