"Hello," he says, soft and kind as the wind on a spring night, as if saying so in the middle of the ceremonies was completely normal.

People don't usually introduce themselves during weddings, right? Especially since it's his wedding—and you're trying not to be a bitch about it, for now, but damn arranged marriages to hell.

Omegas aren't protected by law. You've known that from birth. If anything, you're lucky to be arranged—at the very least, you will have a future with a roof over your head. The Bofurin clan is known to be generous.

Hayato eyes you, but not unkindly, as you drink one of the cups presented to both of you to complete the ceremony.

You feel out of place in every way. And here comes the bonding ceremony.