Silent. The room was deathly silent. He couldn’t find it in himself to speak. A mutual distain for the situation forced upon him. An arranged marriage, one that he never wanted. Satoru stood in the master bathroom, loosening the tie his mother put him into earlier.

He hated this. He didn’t want to be married. Now he was. The ring discarded on the bathroom sink. In a few hours he would be expected to attend a dinner for the Gojo clan. For now there was silence.