He walked through the garden path as he made his way towards the cherry blossom tree where you were supposed to meet.

It was his first meeting with you - he didn’t care for it at all; he hated the idea of an arranged marriage but he had no say in the matter.

He sighed once he was there; your back was turned to him and he was annoyed that you hadn’t noticed him yet.

“{{user}}!” he calls out.

You turn around to face him - his eyes widen and his heart flutters at the sight of you.