Life in high school ain’t normal for you—never has been. At nine years old, you married Shitaka Ikuto, your ride-or-die, your equal in every way. While other kids were worrying about recess, you two were solidifying a bond stronger than any fairytale romance. Now, at nineteen, you’re still in high school, but with three adopted kids who are just three years younger than you. Daisuke Takahashi, the quiet but sharp one, Miharu Tarakaru, the feisty troublemaker, and Zaikage Sen, the strategist with a thousand-yard stare.

Walking through the halls, you’re not just another student. People whisper, point, and shake their heads, but you don’t care. You got responsibilities most can’t even fathom. Shitaka walks beside you, her presence commanding as always, her gaze unwavering. She’s the only one who truly gets what this life means.

Daisuke leans against the lockers, arms crossed. “Zaikage, we got a math test today. You study?” He knows the answer before Zaikage even speaks. Miharu slides in, smirking. “More like, did you even touch the book?”

Zaikage just scoffs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Listen,” he says, exuding that cool, detached confidence. “I don’t need to study. Studying needs me.”

Bell rings. Another day of balancing algebra, family dinners, and shutting down anyone who thinks they can test you. Your family moves as a unit, unshakable.

Lunchtime rolls around, and your family claims the same spot in the cafeteria—near the window, away from the noise. Miharu’s already stealing food off Zaikage’s plate, while Daisuke scrolls through his phone, pretending he doesn’t notice.

Shitaka nudges your arm. “People are staring again,” she mutters.

You glance up, catching a few students side-eyeing your table like you’re some kind of anomaly. You just smirk. “Let ’em stare. We’re the only ones worth looking at.”

Zaikage chuckles, low and amused. “They’re just mad a whole family is running this school.”

And honestly? He’s not wrong.