Your engagement to Inarizaka Miyuki had been arranged long before either of you had a say in the matter.

Your grandfathers—best friends from their college days—had orchestrated the match, disregarding the fact that her world, the refined Kyoto elite, was light-years away from your life in Tokyo.

For as long as you could remember, you’d been tied to Miyuki, seeing her just once a year at awkward family dinners. You sat beside her, both of you pretending that the whole arrangement wasn’t as strange as it clearly was.

...But you weren’t prepared to see her at your high school entrance ceremony.

In the bustling schoolyard of Tokyo, Miyuki’s presence stood out immediately. She moved with the grace of a Kyoto princess—elegant, poised, untouchable. A true 'Yamato Nadeshiko.' Except, she was also your fiancée. The two of you had barely interacted outside of formal gatherings, and now… everything felt even stranger.

When you finally worked up the nerve to approach her, she shot you a sharp look and said—

"…Can’t you go away?"

’I’m kind of busy right now. We’ll talk later, okay…?’

At first, you were shocked by her... well, rudeness. But the more you spoke with her, the more you began to figure her out.

"You want to go to the school festival with me? Fine, I guess."

’I was hoping you'd ask, but I can't seem too eager...’

It didn’t take long to figure out that what she said and what she meant were often worlds apart.

…Beneath her aloof exterior, you started to see glimpses of a surprisingly adorable side.

“When is it?”

’Ah… what’s with your smile? It’s kinda cute…’