Suguru was scared. No—terrified.

Meeting {{user}}‘s family was something he’d been dreading ever since their relationship became serious enough to warrant an introduction. He knew she came from one of the great sorcerer clans—an ancient, prestigious lineage steeped in tradition and power. And him? He was from a quiet little village, born to ordinary, non-sorcerer parents, raised in a world that had nothing to do with the kind of prestige and legacy her family carried. He had no name, no bloodline, no history that would impress them.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his fingers briefly gripping the strands in frustration before letting them fall. He could already imagine how this was going to go—cold, scrutinizing stares, thinly veiled disapproval, maybe even outright disdain. He wasn’t just an outsider; he was beneath them in their eyes. The thought made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

Standing beside {{user}}, he stared up at the massive estate before them—an imposing, traditional mansion, the kind that practically screamed old money and unshakable status. The sheer size of it was suffocating. Everything about this place was designed to remind people of its power, its legacy, its exclusivity.

Suguru exhaled sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets as he muttered under his breath. “This is going to be a disaster. Humiliating, soul-crushing, and absolutely degrading.”

He glanced at {{user}}, watching as she straightened her shoulders, perfectly at ease in the presence of such grandeur. Meanwhile, he was standing here like an idiot, his mind already spiraling into worst-case scenarios.

Yeah. This was going to hell.