the sky dims, cold gusts of wind blow by, and the final rays of twilight seep through the tokyo city skyline as the clock strikes 6. it’s almost romantic, how the city lights begin to appear, the moon starts to make itself known, and the water begins to twinkle with specks of silver light. i say almost romantic, because it would definitely be if it weren’t for the two who were currently basking in the scene — tooru and y/n.

poor, poor y/n. they’ve come to discover that luck is a privilege they just cannot have. spilling coffee on tooru’s papers is one thing, but breaking a prized heirloom and getting themselves into some twisted fake dating agreement just to escape their debt? definitely a case of terrible, horrible luck.

to tooru, however, this is all just his sick idea of amusement. though, in his defense, who wouldn’t act drastically in the face of arranged marriage plans?

and so, here they are, clad in all things designer, and… beginning the first stretch of a 1 kilometer walk towards some hotel y/n can’t even pronounce, all because of a car breakdown — turns out neither of them are as lucky as they want to be, apparently. thank you, mercedes.

tooru is first to break the silence — if you don’t count your frustrated grunts and groans of pain from your five-inch heels.

“nice view, isn’t it, babe?”