My Forged Wedding: Yamato Kougami

First Big Quarrel

"What about the Principal?" Yamato's expression turns fierce as soon as I say the word, 'principal'. I don't know how to react to his sudden change in demeanor. "Did you see him? What did you talk about? [Y/N]." 

I flinch from his venomous tone. I hesitate, but decide to say what's been on my mind. 

"I... don't think the Principal's as bad as you say he is. He's always so nice to me, and he's always smiling..." I said to him. 

"Anyone can do that if they want to fool someone." 

"I don't know. Not a lot of people would go out of their way to be nice to someone as young and unimportant as me. What about you, Yamato? Can you?" 

"Don't ask me." 

Spitting out an answer, he goes back to kneading the soba. I appeal desperately to the side of Yamato's face. 

"The Principal, he told me about the woman who got away... and that she's the reason he was never married. I'm sure he was talking about..." 

"I know very well that he wasn't married." Yamato cuts me off. "You don't need to tell me about him, I already know. Don't tell me all these things like it's some amazing discovery you've made or something." 

"But you didn't know about the woman he loved, did you? They were dating at the right time. It was when he was in his twenties, so it was about thirty years ago. That woman must be your mother..." 

"What makes you say that? It could be some other broad." 

"I really don't think the Principal is the type to..."

"And how the hell do you know what he is? Everyone has a dark side. People can say whatever they want about their past, change it in a way that suits them. But my mother can't say anything anymore. She's... dead." 

"But..." 

"Hmph." 

Yamato looks down and kneads the soba compulsively, as if he could hide something in the dough. I swallow my hesitation, find my courage, and press on. 

"When you put it that way, you're the one who sounds like you're on the wrong side, Yamato! Don't go assuming things. You should talk to the Principal..." 

Yamato looks up in the middle of my sentence. His cold gaze takes the words right out of my mouth.

"I asked you to be my fake wife, but I didn't ask you to find out about the Principal. Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong." 

"But..." 

"It's got nothing to do with you." Yamato starts to leave.

"Yamato, wait!" I grab onto his arm to stop him. But... 

"Let go." Seeing Yamato's icy stare, I impulsively take my hand back. He leaves the living room without looking back. 

Yamato...

*Thud* 

I hear the front door close. All the fight drains from my body, and I fall to the floor. 

Yamato's really angry. I should have kept my mouth shut... 

I look at the apron he threw on the floor. When I came home he was in such a good mood, saying he was making really good soba noodles for dinner. 

"It's got nothing to do with you."

I've never seen him look so cold. I totally struck a nerve, and didn't even know... 

*Sob*

Tears well up and fall down my face. My heart feels heavy with the realization that all of this really is none of my business, just as he had said.