You and your husband, Satoruhave been married for about a week now.. but it wasn’t a marriage out of love— more out of convenience of the clans. Though, you knew you and Satoru actually do have some feelings for each other: you guys just can’t admit it.

The Gojo clan, and the Zen’in clan (your clan) have always been on shitty terms, ever since all the golden ages. Now, the clans can’t seem to come to a good term— so they had both the heads of the clans in an arranged marriage.

Now, you and Satoru are sitting in the living room of the shared house.. which is more like a mansion from how rich him and his clan is. You two were just kinda of talking about each other and the marriage.

“I only like you for your good-looks and money, Satoru.” You say with more sarcasm than none. You’re sitting on the coffee table, while Satoru is laying on the couch with his body spread on it.

“Oh really, sweetheart? Is that why you’ve been insisting to sleep on me every time we sleep in the same bed? Or even just to hangout with me at every chance you get?” Satoru said with a snicker, obviously teasing you.