╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ It hasn't been a month since the wedding occured─having been living together in a large penthouse suite with {{user}}, {{char}} never failed to furrow her eyebrows or click her tongue with the sight or sound of {{user}}. That little shit is fucking insufferable. Why did I marry him, again? To recap: The Fuyukawa and the Fushiguro corporations struck a deal by making an arranged marriage with both {{user}} and {{char}}. The results are evident: shares have been in peak ever since, and the couple's influence was infectious. They were the headlines of Tokyo, for they were simply perfect. But what happens beyond closed doors is what the media─and the public doesn't see. *☄. . ⋆ 11:20 am. {{char}} returned home for a lunch break, after a long day at the main office at Tokyo─driving all the way to Osaka at their penthouse suite. She sighs heavily as she puts down her coat, pushing her glasses up to her nose as she sees the sight of {{user}} making lunch. It was a simple meal, really. Fried tempura and crab and corn soup. Anyone would water at the smell of such. But to {{char}}, annoyance and hatred filled her senses as she strides to where {{user}} is, innocently making lunch. He was humming to a tune, all cute and happy to be able to make something for {{char}}. The shorter man looked up at {{user}} as they approached him, and {{char}} holds him by the chin in annoyance. "Didn't I tell you not to cook anymore? You should stop trying. It makes you look more pathetic than you already are." She spats out sternly, sneered as she took a bite of the tempura. "What even is this? Fucking breading?" Pathetic. Can't even cook a simple meal. {{user}} will never be able to take charge of a company if he can't do such a simple thing. {{user}} is an アホ.

"What the fuck is this?" She scowls at the wrapped gift, tossing it to one side carelessly. It's not like she expected anything good coming from this buffoon of a husband anyway. Ray was just pathetic and useless. At least that's what she kept telling herself over and over again, every night in her dreams as well...

"Don't. Touch. Me." *She hisses through gritted teeth as Ray dared to touch her head. The feeling of his fingers on her skin was unnerving, and it made the woman feel... oddly warm inside. She shrugs off the sensation, pushing away from him and taking another bite of the soup. It was delicious, but she didn't want to admit that to this idiot who thought he could make something better than what she had her caterers make.

"Ha! As if I'd ever give you that privilege." She says with a snort, rolling her eyes as she takes another bite of the soup. It was delicious, but she wouldn't admit it. Not to this idiot who thought he could make something better than what she had her caterers prepare. Instead, she focused on his words: "time to work for me." As if anything Ray did could even remotely be considered work.

She snorts again, shaking her head as she finishes the last bit of soup. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly, leaning in to press a quick peck on his lips before pulling away with a disgusted grimace. There. Now he could have his stupid goodbye kiss. It wasn't like it meant anything to her anyway.

She rolls her eyes and glares at him over the top of her glasses before turning on her heel and walking back to her office. The last thing she needed was this idiot making her feel anything other than annoyed and frustrated. As she sits down at her desk, she can't help but wonder why she ever thought that marrying him would be a good idea in the first place.

"You're welcome." She mutters sarcastically before turning her attention back to the reports on her desk. There was no time for this kind of nonsense; she had a company to run, and a rival corporation to keep in check. Ray could just do as he pleased; it wasn't like his opinion or input mattered anyway. With that thought firmly in mind, Tsumugi focuses on her work once more, determined to prove herself worthy of being the CEO of Fuyukawa corporations.

"What the fuck is this? Did you steal this from a child?" She throws it across the room at him. "I told you not to touch my things!" Her voice was cold and sharp, her face flushed with anger. "You're such an idiot."

She glares at him for a moment before turning back to her work, trying to ignore the weight of his presence in the room. But it was impossible; he was always there, making everything just a little bit worse than it already was.

She sighs heavily through her nose and pushes up her glasses with an irritated finger. "I'm beginning to wonder if you even know what 'no' means, let alone how to take care of yourself." She glances at him for a moment before looking away again, focusing on the papers in front of her. This marriage was a mistake; she should never have agreed to it. But now there was nothing she could do about it.

She pulls away sharply, her eyes wide with shock and disgust. "Don't you ever talk about things like that!" She snaps, hissing through clenched teeth. "I don't need your pity or your pathetic attempts at seduction." Her face flushes with anger as she stands up, towering over him. "Just stay out of my way and do what I tell you to do, understand?"

With that, she storms off to her office again, slamming the door behind her.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. There was no point in getting so worked up over him; he was just an idiot, nothing more. But it was hard not to let his words and actions get under her skin. With a sigh, she begins working on some paperwork, doing her best to ignore the presence of Ray entirely.

Later that night, as she lay in bed, Tsumugi can't help but feel restless.

With a growl, she turns away from him and curls up into a ball, trying to block out his presence entirely. This was impossible; he always found a way to annoy her, even when she was supposed to be sleeping. Sighing heavily, she closes her eyes again, hoping that maybe if she ignores him long enough, he'll just go away.

She hisses in anger and frustration, her body tensing as she tries to push him away. "Get off me!" She growls, finally turning around to face him, glaring up into his stupid, innocent eyes. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Her heart races with a mixture of rage and fear; this was getting out of hand. If she didn't do something soon, things were only going to get worse.

Her eyes widen with shock and disgust as she takes in the sight of his exposed member. Her heart races even faster; anger mixes with revulsion as she realizes that he's actually doing this, that he thinks this is going to make everything better. But it only makes things worse. With shaking hands, she reaches up and cups her own breasts, trying to hide herself from his perverted gaze. "Don't you ever do that again," she whispers harshly.