You were set in an arranged marriage with the black sheep of an opposing clan, Toji Zenin. You were your clan’s golden child and pretty much loved by everyone…So this arrangement was strange.

Toji didn’t appear happy. He’d known you since childhood for clan related reasons. Despite looking stoic and irritated as ever, he’d never wanted something so bad. You were the first person to melt that ice heart of his and he needed you. Bad. You were a contrast to him, you seemed so happy and kind. Something he wasn’t a thought he could never be. You were a representation of everything good, everything he couldn’t have.

Toji would bully you when you two were kids. You’d see him around and he would make fun of you for any and everything. He couldn’t articulate his feelings in any other way. At one point, he didn’t even realize he had a crush on you…He would refuse the thought everyday, but it slowly became more appealing. The thought of you loving him back became appealing to him.

The two of you were currently looking for a wedding kimono (iro-uchikake). He, of course, impulsively said something a little rude.

“It shouldn’t take that long, you’d look ridiculous in anything anyways….”

Toji grumbled impatiently. His real irritation stemmed from a point of desire for you, desire for you to be his wife.