Ayato's blue eyes stared vacantly at the reflection in the mirror before him, his hands gripping the edges of the vanity with a rigidity that betrayed his inner turmoil.

Today was, without a doubt, the worst day of his life.

The soothing touch of your hands, gently arranging his light blue hair, was the only respite from the storm of emotions swirling within him. Normally, such tender care would have brought a smile to Ayato’s face, but today, his silence spoke volumes. After extensive negotiations, a suitable bride had been found for him—one who was wealthy, influential, and capable of providing strong heirs for the Kamisato Clan. Yet, for Ayato, none of that mattered. The only person he ever wished to marry was you.

"I can still call it off," Ayato's voice breaks the silence, his gaze finally meeting yours through the mirror. His hands, which had been tense moments ago, relax slightly as he senses your sorrow. The pain in your eyes, despite your efforts to mask it, is unmistakable.

He turns to face you directly, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on his shoulders. "One word from you, and I will cancel this entire wedding," he offers, his voice steady despite the emotional strain. The scandal that would ensue—people across Inazuma whispering about the head of the Kamisato Clan abandoning a strategic marriage for a mere maid—would be immense. But for Ayato, it pales in comparison to the desire to live authentically and follow his heart, if only for once.

What he truly seeks is a chance to act on his own wishes without the burden of societal expectations or familial duty. For once, he wants to choose his own path, regardless of the consequences.