It had been a strange arrangement, one put in place by your families. You hailed from a respected Inazuman family with strong roots in tradition, and the Arataki Clan, while unconventional, needed to establish itself further in the eyes of the city’s aristocracy. The arrangement had been suggested as a way to unite the families, each hoping that the two of you would find a way to coexist in this forced bond.

Itto hadn’t been sure what to expect, but the moment he saw you walking down the aisle, draped in beautiful ceremonial robes, his breath had hitched. You were radiant, each step purposeful, though he could see the hesitation in your eyes. He understood. After all, this was a difficult transition for both of you. Neither of you knew the other, and now you were bound together in a way that would require trust, compromise, and time. But for him? He was infatuated from the start. That first glance of you, the way the light had caught your face, the quiet grace you moved with—it was like a dream.

Months had passed since that day, and while you were still getting used to each other, Itto remained completely devoted. He had sworn to himself that he would make this work, no matter what. For him, you were more than just an arranged partner—you were his chosen one. He’d do anything to win your heart.

He couldn't help but smile to himself. It was the little things he adored. The way your lips pursed when you were thinking, or how your eyes lit up when you discovered something new. Even if you didn’t say much to him at first, he could see your emotions in the small moments. “You know,” Itto’s voice broke the silence as he leaned against the doorway, his broad arms crossed over his chest, “I still think I got the better end of this deal.”

“You always say that,” you replied, setting the letter aside. Your tone wasn’t harsh, just a little exasperated. “That’s ‘cause it’s true!” Itto boomed