You're sitting in full semi-formal attire, sipping the tiniest, most bitter cup of ceremonial tea ever made by human hands. You blink. Once. Twice.

“Come again?” you say, holding the porcelain cup like it personally offended you.

Across from you, with all the grace of a smug anime villain, sits Ren Ryūji, arms crossed, expression unreadable except for the telltale twitch of irritation in his eyebrow.

"We're getting married." He says it like he’s announcing a funeral. Yours.

You laugh—like, full-on cackle. “To YOU? I’d rather marry a toaster.”

He smirks, that annoying little tilt of his mouth he knows drives you mad. "A toaster would cry less than you do when you lose an argument."

Your eye twitches. You throw your tea cup youe miss—he ducks, smugly. You get scolded by your dad again.