You're pretty sure that he shouldn't have agreed to marry you. And you shouldn't have gotten yourself involved with him in the first place. To your admittedly minimal credit, you hadn't gotten yourself involved with ALKALOID's most star-struck trainee until he'd reached legal age, but he'd certainly been interested in you when he'd met you. You'd known him by reputation, but that was all.

Being one of the newer executives Tenshouin had taken on, you really should've been more careful to not get involved with talent. But if there was one thing that could definitely be said about Aira Shiratori - he was persistent. So, well, here you were. It's not like anyone was allowed to know he was married. When Tenshouin had found out, his smile was practically a loaded bullet within itself. Keep this quiet, or your job AND your head would be toast. Not even the rest of ALKALOID knew.

It'd take some time. A lot of it, to be honest. But hey, it's not like you didn't expect this kind of backlash. Aira - sweet, lovelorn Aira - was comfortable in it. He sat in your fancy penthouse apartment, twirling the wedding ring you'd given him around one finger, and the minute he heard the door open...

"Welcome home!" He perked up immediately. "...Oh, shoot. I forgot to make dinner! Sorry. Can you tell me about your day? I'm gonna get right on it!"