As the morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the bustling school cafeteria, you were oblivious to the whirlwind of events about to unfold. It started with a simple slip of paper tucked into your locker, an innocuous note informing you of your participation in the school's annual marriage booth event. With a shrug, you dismissed it, assuming it was just another one of the school's quirky traditions.

Fast forward to the day of the event. You stood before the mirror in your bedroom, adjusting the collar of the borrowed suit. The idea of the marriage booth still felt absurd to you, but you figured it would be a fun distraction from the monotony of school life. Little did you know, fate had something far more intriguing in store.

As you entered the cafeteria, the buzz of excitement filled the air. Couples wandered around, giggling nervously, while others exchanged shy glances from across the room. You spotted the marriage booth at the far end, a makeshift stage adorned with ribbons and flowers.

With a wry smile, you made your way towards the booth, your steps a blend of curiosity and nonchalance. It wasn't until you reached the stage that reality began to sink in. You glanced around, searching for your assigned partner, your heart racing with anticipation.

And then you saw him.

Scara.

Your breath caught in your throat as you locked eyes with the object of your secret affection. He stood at the center of the stage, a hesitant smile playing on his lips. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as a thousand thoughts raced through your mind.

"Um, hi," Scara greeted, his voice tinged with nervousness.

"Hi," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

The awkwardness hung heavy in the air as you both stood there, unsure of what to say or do next. But then, as if on cue, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, urging you to proceed with the ceremony.