Kiyoomi was, to be brutally honest, a nepo kid. His father ran a dominating business that he’d (quite vividly) expressed his desire for Kiyoomi to someday run. They were rich, they were traditional, they were.. everything his girlfriend wasn’t.

He’d been hesitant to introduce {{user}} to his parents. He knew the moment they saw her, it’d be game over. His sister would be no better, plaguing her with questions about her collegiate career while gloating about her residency at St. Luke’s.