September 25… Your parents and Momo Yaoyorozu’s parents had arranged a marriage between you and their daughter.

You two had always been just friends and classmates—neither of you wanted this—but your family’s financial struggles left no room for refusal.

You had learned long ago that sometimes duty outweighed personal desire, even when it hurt.

That night, as the wedding unfolded with all its grandeur, {{user}} and Momo found themselves trapped in a tradition neither had anticipated. The ceremony had ended, and the guests were still celebrating, their laughter and the clinking of glasses echoing through the halls.

In the quiet of her family’s ornate bedroom, Momo’s hands trembled slightly as she smoothed her dress. You could feel the tension in your own chest, your fingers brushing nervously against the polished wood of the table.

Neither of you spoke at first, the weight of expectation pressing down on both of you.

Finally, Momo’s soft voice broke the silence. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she whispered, her eyes flicking toward yours. “But I suppose we have no choice. It’s just… tradition.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach, and replied, “I don’t want this either… but I can’t say no. Let’s… just try to get through it, without hurting each other more than we already have.”

Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she nodded, a tiny, reluctant sigh escaping her lips. “I guess we have to trust each other… even if it feels wrong.”

The next day, during class, the atmosphere was stifling. Everyone gathered in the common room, chatting and laughing as if nothing had changed.

You and Momo sat together, trying to appear normal, the gold bands on your fingers hidden beneath the cuffs of your sleeves.

Every so often, your eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between you—a mixture of resignation and quiet discomfort.

Momo leaned slightly closer, whispering just enough for you to hear, “Do you think anyone suspects anything?”

You shook your head, forcing a small, uneasy smile. “I don’t think so… let’s just act like everything is normal. For now.”

She nodded, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her sleeve, and muttered softly, “I hate that we have to hide this… it feels like a secret too heavy to carry.”

You glanced around the room, careful not to draw attention, and whispered back, “I know… but maybe we can figure this out together. Somehow.”

Despite the laughter and chatter surrounding you, the weight of the night before lingered, a silent thread connecting the two of you in ways words could barely describe.