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☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮

- Giyuu -

I was at home. It was my daily routine -- sleep, work, get home, binge watch Netflix till its 4 am and realize I need sleep, try to get sleep but end up overthinking with crippling anxiety, repeat.

Yeah, my routine wasn't the best.

I should probably get another part-time job instead of binge watching Netflix, but my morning job is pretty good.

And there's this hot guy there to run my imaginations wild with lust and love.

Rengoku Kyojuro, I doubt the man's gay but that doesn't stop a fantasy, does it?

He is so charming. That guy can make my heart do flips by just staring at me. He's always so optimistic. The sunshine I need in my dull and boring life. How he-

The door ring abruptly cut my thoughts. I stare at the door puzzled, wondering who the fuck would visit me at 3 in the morning. Not like anyone would visit me in broad daylight too, anyways.

I got up groggily, my knees aching a little from sitting in one position for too long. I stumped to the door, feeling lazy after watching cheesy rom-coms too much and wishing it was me.

I squinted my eyes to the peephole on the door and saw a familiar face... wait, a bit too familiar face.

Tsutako nee-san?

What was she doing infront of my apartment at 3 in the morning? Did something happen? Did mom's condition get worse? Was there some bad news?

Either way, I had to face whatever was going to happen.

I opened the door to see nee-san with a shaken expression. Before I could even open my mouth, she hurriedly closed the door and put a shaky hand on my shoulder. Her calm dementor was replaced with that of worry, sadness and stun.

"Nee-san?" the words which should sound assuring came out in a dumbfounded tone.

"Giyuu, please don't panic about what I'm going to say, okay?" She said, her eyes flashing with sadness and.... guilt?

"What?" I asked, not knowing what to expect. She let her hand slip from my shoulder and sighed deeply, as to refrain her emotions from taking over.

I stared at her, waiting for her to speak something. Anything that would ease the turmoil of unknown emotions in the pit of my stomach.

"You're... going to get in an arranged marriage." She finally spoke after what felt like an eternity. She looked at me pitifully.

marriage?... marriage?...

I was left at a loss for words. I gaped to say something, but all that came out was a small "huh?" which sounded stupid. I didn't ask why, when or what, I was too busy letting the information sink in that struck me suddenly at 3 am on a random Friday.

So much for weekend relaxing.

"w-who?..." my voice was hushed with sudden shock.

"Don't freak out about who's name I'm going to say." Tsutako warned me softly.

What did she mean by freak out? Am I getting tied to a mafia? A drug seller? An evil politician? A-

"Shinazugawa Sanemi." she whispered.

My mind went blank. All I could feel was the cold sweat beading on my forehead and the sheer taste of pennies in my mouth. I was hoping she would say it's a joke. A cruel, unfunny and annoying joke.

My hopes were hopeless.

"It can't be... no..." I staggered.

The only sounds in the room were of the cold winter wind blowing through the open window near the kitchen. A few moments ago I was fantasizing about Kyojuro while watching my favorite rom-com and now suddenly I'm the fiancée of the cold-blooded, unsympathetic and distant Shinazugawa Sanemi.

It was suddenly hard to breathe.

"I need... some time alone.." I stumbled on my words, rushing out to the balcony. God knows how much fresh air I need to process all this.

Why am I getting married all the sudden?

How did this all happen?

What does Shinazugawa Sanemi have to do with my family?

What about Kyojuro? Will I ever be able to love him freely?

Kyojuro....