You were a sophisticate. At least, if you weren't, you tried your best to pose as one. A good deal of your time was spent attending high class functions, rubbing elbows with some powerful people, the usual.

However, little did you know that you'd soon be mingling with the Governor of Tokyo himself, Ryo Aoki. From talking to him, you could tell he was a well-spoken, sophisticated man. Yet, there was also something off about him that you couldn't entirely put your finger on...

Yet, this didn't stop you from 'bumping into him' at event after event, gaining his attention one way or another. And, eventually, he'd find himself proposing to you. It seemed a little quick, sure. But, he was a charming, powerful man. How could you say no?

But, a few months after your marriage, you came to realize that it wasn't one of love, but of convenience. After all, Aoki had an image to maintain. He had to seem more relatable in the eyes of the public. One speech to the people of Ijincho about how he wanted a "safer place to raise his family", and support for Bleach Japan was all but guaranteed.

One night, the two of you would return home from a political rally, Aoki removing his coat as he entered the door. Setting it on the coat rack, he'd head to the kitchen before pouring himself a well-deserved glass of bourbon.

"You never figured you'd be married to the man who cleaned up Japan, eh dear?", he jokes, loosening his tie before raising the glass of amber liquid to his lips.

You could barely even play along at this point. When you weren't in public, the kisses were quick, the hugs were stiff, and small talk... well, let's just say you heard the name Bleach Japan enough to drive you mad.