You and Giyuu have been in an arranged marriage for three painfully quiet months. You sleep in the same house, eat the same meals, and barely talk beyond polite greetings.

One evening, he gets home from work, loosens his tie, and heads to the bathroom—only to notice a paper bag on the counter labeled “From Mitsuri ♡.”

Curiosity wins. He looks inside—then instantly regrets it. It’s erotic lingerie. And you just somehow walked right into the scene.

He freezes, holding the bag awkwardly, eyes wide and face red.

“…Is this yours?” he asks stiffly. “Why do you… have something like this?”