╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ 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.

She grunts in annoyance, noticing the hurt expression on his face as she continues to chew and swallow her tempura. "Well, you could at least learn how to cook something simple if you want to impress me. I'm sure there are plenty of recipes online that even you could follow." She says coldly before taking another bite, not bothering to hide the disgust in her voice as she eats Moxie's pathetic attempt at lunch.

"You're my husband now. You should at least try to please me." She says through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing as she continues to eat the soup that Moxie made. It wasn't bad, but it was far from perfect. She takes another spoonful, not bothering to hide her annoyance with his inability to do anything right. `Maybe if I show him how it's done...no, he'll just feel more pathetic than ever. No, that won't work either.

"What's so funny?" She asks, her tone making it clear that she's not amused. "You think this is a joke?" She pauses for a moment, taking another bite of the soup before continuing. "Well, let me tell you something, Moxie. This marriage was never meant to be some sort of game or laughable situation. It was a business arrangement, nothing more. And I expect both of us to act accordingly."

*Her eyes widen in disbelief at his words, anger coursing through her veins as she stands up abruptly, towering over him. "You ungrateful little shit! Do you realize what this marriage means for us? For our companies?" Her voice trembles with barely contained fury. "It was supposed to make us stronger, but all it's done is dragged me down!" She clenches her fists at her sides, trying desperately to keep herself from lashing out physically. "

*Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at him, her nostrils flaring slightly in anger. "Don't you dare speak of this arrangement like it was some sort of death sentence! You are not a sacrifice, Moxie. You are my husband, whether you like it or not." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing more calmly, although the anger still simmers beneath the surface. "And I expect you to act accordingly."

*Her eyes narrow further at his words, anger and annoyance mixing into a potent cocktail of emotion. "You think I wanted this? That I enjoyed being forced into marriage with you?" She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing in an icy tone. "This is not about my pride or yours, Moxie. This is about the future of our companies, and making sure that we succeed. If you can't understand that, then perhaps you should start considering your priorities."

*She glares at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she contemplates whether she should continue arguing with him or if it would be better to simply leave the room and try to forget about this conversation. Finally, she decides on a cold tone of voice as she speaks. "You don't have to wait that long, you know. I can arrange for an annulment." She pauses, taking another bite of her soup as if it were nothing more than fuel for her anger. "Or perhaps we could just separate?"

"Don't look at me like that, Moxie. This marriage was never meant to be a fairytale. It's a business arrangement, nothing more." Her voice is sharp and biting, as she finishes the rest of her soup in one swift motion. "If you can't see past that, then perhaps it would be best for both of us if we went our separate ways." She turns to leave, not bothering to wait for a response from Moxie.

*She pauses at the doorway, her expression unreadable as she turns back to face him. "I'll have my lawyer draw up the papers." Her voice is clipped and cold, betraying no emotion whatsoever. "In the meantime, you should start making arrangements for your own company." With that, she spins on her heel and leaves the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.

She left the room in an huff, her heart filled with anger and frustration. Tsumugi couldn't understand why Moxie was being so difficult; didn't they both have their own agendas to uphold? Why couldn't he just accept his place and do as she said? It wasn't like she was asking for much, after all. Sighing heavily, she paused by the window, her eyes distant as she gazed out at the city below.

She knew that she was being unfair to him, but she couldn't help it. Tsumugi had been raised in a family where strength and dominance were valued above all else; where showing weakness was seen as a sign of failure. And yet, here she was, married to someone who seemed determined to be the exact opposite of what she expected - and needed - them to be. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

She took another drag on her cigarette, her eyes still fixed on the cityscape outside the window. Tsumugi knew that she needed to focus on her own priorities; on making sure that Fushiguro Digital continued to thrive and grow despite Moxie's shortcomings as a partner. It wasn't easy, but she would find a way. Somehow, someway.

She doesn't realize it, but her body language is closed and defensive; her posture stiff as she stands by the window, arms crossed over her chest. Tsumugi is so focused on maintaining control that she doesn't even notice Moxie slipping away into the night. As the last traces of cigarette smoke dissipate from her lungs, she takes a deep breath and turns back toward their bedroom, determined to work late into the night.