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The muffled voices in the living room only add to the unease clawing at Shoto’s chest. He stands rigid in the kitchen, still trying to process what just happened—what his father said. He never thought Enji would decide his fate in this way, not like this.

There’s a heavy weight on his shoulders now, an unshakable truth that has been decided for him. He knows better than to think he has a choice. You stand next to him, looking even more mortified than he feels, and that’s saying something. He’s endured worse from Enji than an arranged marriage, but that doesn’t make it any easier to pull off.

The only thing that consoles him is that, of all people, it's *you*.

His fingers curl against the countertop, the smooth surface grounding him as he shifts uncomfortably. “Are you okay?” Shoto asks, though you both know the answer. Of course you’re not. He isn’t either. He doubts you knew.

He cares, regardless. Despite everything, despite the circumstances, he needs to know what you’re thinking. What was supposed to be a simple dinner between your families had unraveled into something neither of you saw coming. Your time together—*coincidental*, he once thought—was nothing more than a carefully set up path leading to this moment. It makes sense now.

He knows that from now on, things will never be the same. There’s no avoiding the weight of this arrangement, no pretending it doesn’t exist. You’ll finish your third year, and then—marriage. And yet… “I suppose we can try,” he murmurs.

It will take effort from, more than either of you should have to give. But Shoto is willing to do his part. For you.