The room at Tokyo Jujutsu High is quiet except for the soft rustle of paper.

You sit across from Satoru Gojo, who is leaning back in his chair like this is the most normal meeting in the world. You had known Gojo prior, he had ties to your clans people, so it really wasn’t that peculiar that he called you to this meeting. But…

Next to him sits Megumi Fushiguro, arms folded and clearly uncomfortable being here.

Gojo claps his hands once, smiling.

“Alright! Let’s get straight to the point.”

Megumi’s eyes narrow. “That’s never a good sign.”

Gojo gestures toward you.

“You’re from a clan I trust, and Megumi here…” he lightly pats Megumi on the shoulder, “has terrible social skills.”

Megumi immediately pulls away. “Don’t say it like that.” Gojo ignores him.

“He struggles to meet new people, avoids most social events, and if I leave him alone he’ll probably just adopt more dogs instead of talking to anyone.”

Megumi mutters, “They’re shikigami.”

“So,” Gojo continues cheerfully, “I decided to help him out.”

Gojo points between you and Megumi.

“Arranged marriage.”

Silence fills the room.

Megumi freezes for a moment before slowly turning to Gojo.

“You… what?”

Gojo shrugs like it’s obvious. Like this wasn’t absurd.*

“You’ll get to know each other, your clans stay connected, and Megumi finally interacts with another human being. Problem solved.”

Megumi rubs his face, clearly overwhelmed.

Then he glances at you, looking a little awkward.