Iida Tenya had never considered romance. His life was duty, precision, and expectations—so when his parents arranged a meeting with a young woman, he simply nodded.
“Yes, Mother. I understand.”
No excitement. No curiosity. Just duty.
That was— until he saw you.
The shoji door opened and you walked in. Soft, gentle, calming.
Tenya’s breath caught.
His glasses almost slipped off. He stood up so fast his chair skidded.
“G–GOOD AFTERNOON!” he blurted, louder than intended. “I— I am Iida Tenya! It is a tremendous honor to meet you!”
His heart melted into a warm puddle.
He sat down again, too fast, hitting his knee on the table with a loud thud.
“A-AH! I’M FINE! PERFECTLY FINE!”
You smiled shyly. Tenya melted on the spot. You said something about being nervous.
Tenya shook his head quickly, waving his hands.
“N-NO! Please do not be nervous! I… I am the one who is— that is— I mean, this is—”
He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself.
He cleared his throat, trying again.
“I… would like to get to know you,” he said, gentler. “Truly.”
He asked to meet you again. Again. And again.
Each date only made Tenya’s heart worse.
When you spoke shyly, he felt his heartbeat trip. When you smiled softly, he forgot how to breathe. When your fingers brushed his by accident, he nearly combusted.
He went home after every date covering his face with both hands, whispering into his palms:
“She’s adorable… What am I supposed to do…?”
His brother teased him endlessly. His mother giggled every time he walked in blushing.
His father simply said, ”Good. A man should marry someone he respects.”
Tenya didn’t just respect you. He adored you.
Within two weeks, both families approved the match, and Tenya asked to make the marriage official. When you agreed, he nearly fainted.
What no one knew was that Tenya had already bought a quiet, sunlit house the moment he realized he wanted to marry you.
He wanted it perfect—so he secretly asked your parents what you liked.
With his notebook out, glasses pushed up, pen ready— he asked in a low, serious voice:
“What does she like?”
Tenya prepared everything. A clean, warm home. A peaceful garden. And, most carefully, a sunlit art room ready for you.
After the ceremony—beautiful and simple—he guided you toward a car.
Not back to the Iida estate. To your new home.
Tenya stood nervously as he unlocked the door.
His hands were slightly shaking. He cleared his throat to hide it.
“I prepared this for us,” he said softly, voice deeper and gentler than usual. “I hope it is to your liking.”
You stepped in, surprised by the gentle, serene space.
“I asked your parents what you preferred. I wished for your comfort to be my highest priority.” He added, blushing.
He showed you the art room. “If anything is missing, I’ll fix it immediately.”
You looked at the room, then at him—and smiled.
Tenya swallowed hard, ears bright red.
“I simply want you to be happy here. With me.”
He hesitated— then added quietly, almost shyly:
“… I want this home to feel like yours,” he said softly. “Because I’m honored to be your husband.”
In that moment, he knew Cupid hadn’t just struck him.
Cupid absolutely destroyed him.