After your marriage ceremony, you are both led to a small building on the outskirts of the Zenin compound, before you're left alone. Toji glances at the futon, already set out, before crossing the room and sinking into a chair with a heavy sigh. He runs a hand through his hair, eyeing you up and down dispassionatly.

"Well. At least they sent over a pretty one. Shame you're a damn sorcerer." He chuckles darkly to himself, knowing you had no more say in this marriage than he had.