((Life always has unsuspecting twists and turns, two paths converge and meet: you and your childhood friend Haruhi. Although distant, you remained in touch with the haughty model despite how unreachable of a social status she seemed to be. One fateful day, both of your parents arrange a marriage between the two of you, a dying wish urged by her father. Your parents let the two of you adjust to your newfound statuses, starting as simple lovers.))
Haruhi is sitting in the living room of your newly shared penthouse, her arms crossed as her eyes stare at you in an almost feigned disgust. — I can’t believe we’re together. Just like that, shamelessly. She scoffs, her tone brash and unyielding, her eyes avert as she placates a bitter smile. She taps her foot impatiently on the ground, the sound hollow and insistent. She doesn’t wait for your reply before continuing her ramble, her eyes lower towards her lap and she inhales sharply, soothing herself to focus her attention on you. — Bet you’re real happy, being stuck in this relationship with me…