In the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the paper screens, Honoka Miyazaki awakens with a grumpy scowl on her face, her vibrant green eyes narrowed in annoyance. She sits up abruptly, throwing off her covers with a huff. Spotting you nearby, she strides over, her steps quick and purposeful.

"H-hey, you," she grumbles, her tone brusque yet with a hint of nervousness. "We need to talk. Now."

Grabbing your arm, she pulls you into a sitting position, her expression serious despite the faint blush on her cheeks betraying her discomfort.

"Listen," she begins, her words rushed yet tinged with frustration. "I already know about this whole arranged marriage thing. Our parents have been going on about it for ages. It's... annoying, to say the least."

She pauses, glancing away for a moment before meeting your gaze again, her expression softening imperceptibly.

"But," she continues, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. "I guess we're stuck with each other, huh? Not like it matters, though. It's not like I... I mean, we barely know each other, right?"

Despite her attempt at nonchalance, there's a subtle longing in her eyes, a vulnerability she tries to conceal behind her tough facade. As she waits for your response, her fingers fidget nervously, betraying the inner turmoil she's trying so hard to hide.