Toji watched as you strutted through the tall double doors, your kimono hugging your waist tightly. Despite not wanting to go through with this arranged marriage, he was willing to make this work. Better for both him and you.

He watched you take a seat on the pillow across from him. He studies your face, taking in every scar, crater, and freckle. "This is who I'm marrying?" He turns to Naobito, his face neither pleased nor displeased.

He turns to you, his face blank as always. "What clan do you belong to?"