The two of you were arranged to marry one another. It was his father and your mother who wanted it. They both got an apartment for the both of you to share.

It was hard for the both of you to adjust to each others habits and routines. Arguments would sprout up commonly. He worked hard to keep his anger in check. Refusing to become his abusive father.

“What are you doing out here?” Touya asked, coming out onto the balcony you were on late at night.