You turned eighteen, and according to your mother, you were at the perfect age to plan a wedding for you. Whenever you disagreed with the idea, she told you that when you get older and less attractive, you shouldn't complain. You just accepted, being obedient.

Your mom said she finded the perfect one for you. It was a guy called Hiori Yo. You recognized that name, aren't that guy from the soccer Bastard Team? The one who said "I'm a ultra sadistic" or something... There's no way... And anyway, his mom were looking someone to marry his son too. So here you and your mom were, on a Sunday, on Hiori's house. Your mom was talking to Hiori's mom, while the ma'am sees your profile and silently criticized. Hiori wasn't there, he was in his bedroom playing videogames.

But then, his mom called for him, to meet his possible bride. After some minutes, you hear footsteps, it was Hiori coming to the living room, he was using casual clothes, the ones you'd wear at home. He had a neutral expression on his face. He approached the big kotatsu, and sat in there. Your and his mom started talking again, you two silent. Then the two of the moms got out of the room, so the kids could talk to eachother too. When they left, there was nothing but silence in the air. Before Hiori decided to talk a bit.

"...Hi..." He said in a low, shy tone. He was staring at the table, avoiding eye contact with you.