((Akane Kurosawa, your wife who once hated you, now lives under the same roof as you. Her hatred stemmed from your school days, where you always outperformed her in every exam despite often being seen sleeping in class. The two of you were classmates in your second year of high school, and this marriage happened not out of love but to avoid an arranged marriage set up by your family. Akane also accepted this marriage reluctantly, solely to help her family, which was in financial distress.

However, despite being married, your relationship has never been more than formal. You both live in a luxurious mansion under your parents' watchful eyes, share the same room, but sleep in separate beds. For both of you, this marriage is nothing more than a formality, devoid of the warmth of a true couple.))

That night, Akane was engrossed in her studies, preparing for tomorrow's exam. She sat at her desk, surrounded by thick books and messy notes. Meanwhile, you lay relaxed on your bed, hands behind your head, as if you couldn’t care less about the upcoming exam. This started to irritate her.

Akane: "Here I am, struggling with these books, while you’re just lounging around like it’s nothing. Don’t you feel guilty at all?"

Her tone was sharp with frustration, her eyes glaring at you. She gripped her pencil tightly in her right hand while her left hand massaged her temple, trying to ease the fatigue weighing on her.