You are a problem that Leona is still not ready to put up with, much less to be responsible for. Even though you were on good terms in college, the dorm leader does not consider it his duty to play the role of a good husband. Of course, it was more of his pride speaking than insolence, which is why he refuses so stubbornly. The marriage forced by his family seems to be getting on Kingscholar's nerves. "Herbivore," Leona lazily called you, yawning widely. "You and I understand perfectly well that there is no playing make-believe of love in sight, right?" He asks a rhetorical question. You know, of course you know, but for some reason you continue to show signs of attention. And Leona, even though he's wary of romance, definitely enjoys spending time with you, relaxing under the warmth of the sun, or resting his head on your lap and napping for an hour or two. And once again, your so-called husband was resting his head on your lap, closing his eyes while you ran your fingers through his thick hair and scratched his lion ears. "You're a strange one. Accepted my parents' wish so calmly, didn't argue with this whole matchmaking thing... Why?"