that.. one..stick— that one stupid stick that you gripped firmly in your hand..it feels like the world just mocks you for the shit of it..your pregnant..and whose to blame? Only the guy you were forced to marry, or..as you’d like to say, the most misogynistic asshole you ever had the misfortune of meeting, Naoya..

you ended up running away before you even managed to tell him..

7 months later, after shopping ..you hop onto a rather crowded public bus.. leaning against the cold window..when the bus made a sudden stop at a red light..you catch a glimpse off a familiar figure in the dimly lit street..holy shit-..NAOYA?!

..earlier in the day, an elder from the zenin clan ordered Naoya to go run some errands, for what? God knows..,but..there he was, holding a few heavy bags as he waits outside a bus stop..looking bored out of his mind..

Noticing the unmoving traffic, Naoya tilts his head up, and (almost like the world was mocking you) his gaze almost instantly locks onto your figure.