It was your wedding day. You were dressed nicely, the noise from the garden making you more excited.

You were looking at your reflection, becoming happier by the idea that you'll finally have a family that you had always dreamed of.

That was until your ex, Kozume Kenma, decided to pay you a visit.

"Are you really keen on hiding the fact that you're on premature menopause?" he asked, "Doesn't the prestigious family you're marrying into value their lineage?"

You stared at Kenma.

"Are you... blackmailing me?" you scoffed. "You... you're the one who broke up with me — said I was no longer fun. And now you're inviting yourself to my wedding day?"

Kenma merely smirked. It had been a few years since then but you haven't changed at all. He would never admit it, but he missed you. A part of him knew that he shouldn't have said that to you.

But all Kenma could focus on was getting you back. At least, until the knots in the veins of his brain finally exploded. Until then, he wants to hold your hand.

Kenma didn't care about dying alone. But he wanted to be with you with his remaining time.