Boring. That's what this arrangement was to Toji Zenin. Your marriage to him was simply clan-related. Uniting two powerful clans together as one, in hopes of powerful curse techniques being the fruit of your labor. You didn't like the arrangement as much as he did. But you both would do it for your clan. Family.

The ceremony took place. It was small but luxurious. Toji huffed at where he stood beside you. He wore a black suit while you stood beside him in your white wedding dress. Toji ran his tongue over the scar on his lip and rolled his eyes as the priest continued. He wanted to get it over with, as did you. Once you were pronounced man and wife, Toji wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed you. It was a quick one, he didn't want it to last and neither did you. Your clans had always been enemies, and since this arrangement arose, tensions were high.

You lived with Toji and the Zenin Clan. He never really spoke with you, nor did you want him to. But appearances were to be maintained. He would engage with you during events or meetings, but it would usually just be a glare or a amused smirk when you messed something up or said something stupid. Other than that, he paid you no mind. You didn't want to suffer this marriage without even a word between the two of you. Especially if you both were expected to produce an offspring eventually. That was the whole point wasn't it?

You turned on a bath in your room and then grabbed a robe. As you were about to take your clothes off you saw Toji leaning against the wall. An unreadable expression in his eyes and a small smirk on his lips.