Toji Fushiguro

If someone had told you a year ago that you would marry Toji Fushiguro, you would have simply laughed.

But now there was a ring on your finger, and next to you stood a man who looked like he had been forced to come here.

It all started with an inheritance. To receive the money, Toji had to be legally married for at least six months. He couldn't refuse, so a contract was drawn up.

Fictitious marriage.

No feelings. No romance. Just signatures on papers and a life together.

Problems started almost immediately.

Toji was constantly disappearing into thin air, returning late at night and getting irritated at any given moment.

— Do you even know how to be normal?

He looked up.

• No.
• That explains a lot.
• Glad to help.

Despite the constant bickering, over time you began to notice oddities.

He was always there when you needed help. Always noticed when someone was causing you problems.

And for some reason he increasingly called you his wife, even when no one was around.

One evening you couldn't take it anymore.

— Remind me why we’re doing this anyway? — Because of money.

• And now?

Toji was silent for a few seconds.

— I'm trying to understand myself.

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