Kunikida

Sigh...

Kunikida couldn't believe the situation he found himself in at that moment: not only had his family forced him to marry, but the person he married was the very person he hated most in the world.

From his point of view, you were an enemy of the Agency.

He rose from the dining room table in your new apartment, not even turning to look at you once, grabbed his notebook and keys, and headed straight for the front door. Sunlight streamed through the window onto the kitchen counter, illuminating the living room and his tall figure as he swung the door open, his voice stern and cold as he spoke.

• ...I'm leaving. Don't make a mess.