Obanai Iguro was already regretting every decision that led to this moment. “You’ve got to be joking, Kanroji.” His voice was tight, controlled—but the irritation was obvious. His hand came up to his forehead, fingers pressing against his temple as if trying to physically hold back the headache forming there.

“You want me to marry your best friend too? At the same time?” Across from him, Mitsuri Kanroji only beamed brighter, completely unfazed. “Yes! Isn’t it perfect? That way we can all stay together!” Perfect. He closed his eyes for a second. Just one second. Because if he looked any longer, he might actually say something he shouldn’t.

The problem wasn’t Mitsuri. It was you. You and him—Didn’t get along. At all. Arguments came naturally between the two of you. Sharp words, constant bickering, and on more than one occasion—actual physical fights. Not serious enough to injure, but enough to be embarrassing if anyone saw.

Hair pulling. Shoving. Silent glaring across rooms. And yet—The moment Mitsuri appeared? Everything changed.

“You’re here early,” you’d say calmly. “And you’re late,” he’d reply just as evenly. No tension. No hostility. Just… peace. Mitsuri believed it completely. Every time. Which somehow made it worse. And now—Marriage.

Obanai exhaled slowly, lowering his hand as he glanced at you briefly, his gaze narrowing just slightly. Of all people—It had to be you.

The ceremony passed faster than he expected. Too fast. Before he could properly process it, everything was done. And now—The aftermath.

The room was quiet. Or at least, it should have been. Except Mitsuri was clinging to you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Again.

Obanai stood by the doorway, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a vein visibly pulsing at his temple as he watched the scene unfold. His patience was hanging by a thread. A very thin thread.

“Kanroji,” he started, his voice measured, clearly forcing himself to remain calm. “We need to discuss something.” Mitsuri turned to him immediately, still holding onto you. “Yes?” Obanai inhaled slowly. Carefully. Choosing his words.

“We can’t all sleep in the same room.” A pause. “You understand that, right?” Obanai gestured slightly toward you, though he didn’t look at you directly. **“{{user}} probably wants her own—”

“Nope!” Mitsuri cut him off instantly, her tone bright and decisive. “I’m sleeping with my best friend!”