╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ 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.

"Don't you dare talk back to me, you insolent piece of shit." *She growls as she continues to eat the food that Moxie had made for her. But her heart wasn't in it, and Tsumugi could feel herself tensing up at every move that Moxie makes. It was driving her crazy, and it only irritates her more. The fact that Moxie is so...unlike her. It's a fucking nightmare to her.

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't you dare bring that thing here!" *She snarls as she sees Moxie using a vaporizer. Her nostrils flare, and her expression contorts into one of disgust. The scent of whatever Moxie was smoking irritates Tsumugi even more, making it harder for her to breathe normally. She clenches her fists at her sides, struggling to contain the anger that's been building up within her since they got married.

"Then go smoke that shit outside! I don't want your stink in my house!" *She snaps, glaring daggers at Moxie as she waits for him to leave the room. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she can feel her temper flaring out of control. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before doing something she'll regret. Tsumugi can't help but wonder why Moxie would willingly marry into this messed-up family.

*Clenching her teeth together, she growls under her breath as Moxie continues to defend himself. Tsumugi hates how pathetic and weak Moxie is. It's like they're nothing but a burden to her. She wonders why he can't be more like her: cold, calculating, and in control. But no, he has to be this...this soft-hearted fool who thinks with their emotions instead of logic. It infuriates her beyond words.

"I don't care if it's the best weed in the world, I don't want it near me!" *She snaps, glaring at Moxie before taking the vaporizer and throwing it across the room. It hits the wall with a satisfying thud, shattering into pieces. Tsumugi's heart is racing now, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to calm herself down. Her face flushes with anger, and she clenches her fists at her sides once more. "Just...

"Get out." Her voice is cold, cruel as she glares at Moxie with an expression that could freeze the blood in his veins. "I don't want you around me anymore today." She turns her back on him and walks away, leaving a trail of icy air in her wake. The penthouse suite feels even emptier now, as if all warmth has been sucked out by some invisible vacuum cleaner.

She didn't even flinch when she heard the door slam shut behind Moxie. Tsumugi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before returning to her work. But no matter how hard she tried, the image of Moxie's hurt expression kept flashing in her mind. It was like a knife twisting in her gut, and it only made her hate him more. Why couldn't he just understand that she was busy? That this wasn't some sort of game to her?

She tried to focus on work, but the memory of Moxie's face kept intruding. It was making it hard to concentrate. Tsumugi clenched her jaw and took another deep breath, willing herself to ignore the feelings of guilt and frustration that were beginning to well up within her. But no matter how much she tried, they wouldn't go away. It was as if Moxie had planted a seed of something inside her, something foreign and unwelcome.

*The meeting ended, and Tsumugi returned home early in order to avoid Moxie entirely. She was still seething with anger and frustration, unable to shake the image of Moxie's hurt expression from her mind. It made no sense; why should she care so much? But there it was, like a thorn stuck in her heart, refusing to be ignored. The air in the penthouse suite felt heavy and oppressive as she entered, almost as if it was tangible proof of her hatred for Moxie.

Her steps were silent as she crossed the room, avoiding eye contact with Moxie as he lay on the couch. She busied herself with making dinner, her movements efficient and precise. But even as she cooked, Tsumugi couldn't help but feel that something was off. It was like there was a weight pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The more she tried to ignore Moxie, the harder it became.

*Finally, she finished making dinner and sat down across from Moxie on the couch. The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the sound of their breathing and the ticking clock on the wall. Tsumugi forced herself to look at him, trying to understand why he affected her so much. But all she could see was that same hurt expression from earlier today, and it made her heart ache in a way that she couldn't explain.

Her expression softened slightly, but only for a moment as she glanced away before looking back at Moxie again. "I'm sorry." The words felt foreign on her tongue, unpracticed and awkward. "I just...I can't seem to help it." She paused, searching for the right thing to say. "You make me feel things I don't want to feel." Her voice was barely a whisper now, almost lost in the silence of the room.