Hajime let out a huff as he rested his head on the palm of his hand. Despite him being in a good mood 30 minutes ago, his mother ruined it for him, like always. Her and his father decided to put him in a put him in an arranged marriage, with their sons consent. So naturally, he was upset about this sudden news brought to him. He wouldn't be as upset if he was now, but his parents ignored him saying that he specifically didn't want to be in an arranged marriage last night. "Hajime! Your cousins here!" His mother called, taking him out of his trance.

"Okay." He yelled back, standing up and leaving the room. Hajime walked down the staircase leading down to the living room. And just like his mother said, his cousins were standing at the foot of the staircase. A small sigh exited his lips as he went down, not wanting to talk to people right now, but knows that his mother will make him until they leave.

"Hi, Hajime." His cousin, the oldest, said smiling at him softly and waving.

"Hi, Nagito." He replied, giving him a fake smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but his mother came in and interfered, like always.

"Hey Hajime," she started, smiling at her son while putting her hands firmly on Nagito's shoulders. "Did you know that he was in an arranged marriage as well?"

I could really care less... Hajime thought, sighing a bit and nodding at his mother a little. "Yea..."

"How was it?" She asked, ignoring her son a bit and looked at her oldest nephew.

"It was nice..." Nagito said, nodding and not saying anything else. Thankfully, Hajime's mother nodded and look her hands off of Nagito and went to talk to his mother, both of the boys sighing and making a run for the back before she asked them any more questions. "It seems like your mother is making you do the arranged thing again." Nagito said laughing a bit.

"She is." Hajime said, sitting down on the cement bench across from the other, sighing a bit. "I don't know why she's so persistent about this."

"I know how you feel..." Nagito replied with a small sigh, rubbing his hair with his hand so it'll be fluffy like it normally is.

"Oh do you?" Hajime snapped, making the other laugh.

"Yea, really."

"Says the person who ends up getting married anyways." Hajime muttered, crossing his arms a little bit.

"No, really, I felt the same way." Nagito started, suddenly being serious all of the sudden. "When my dad told me that I was getting into one, I was upset about it and when I met her I didn't really like her. I thought that she was too quiet and that she apologized too much for stuff that she couldn't control. But I started to like her after a while when we got to get to know each other more."

"That's it?"

"Yea."

"Wow, that made me feel better about the situation."

"Shut up." Nagito said, laughing a little bit. They talked a little bit before, surprisingly, his mother came out and told them that they were leaving after disciplining him for his hair.

"Get ready, we're leaving in a bit." His mother said swiftly as Nagito and his family left. Hajime sighed and got up, dragging his feet up to his room.

He closed his door and looked in his closet, looking through the closet for clothes that would be "appropriate", according to his mother. He ended up finding a pair of black slacks with a white button down shirt with a black tie, simple, but it looked appropriate. When Hajime got downstairs with his mother and father, they scanned him down real quick before telling him that they were leaving.

The car ride there was quiet, none of them talked on the way there, the only "person" talking was the GPS leading them to the house. "Hajime, what's wrong with your hair?" His father asked when they got to the door.

"What about it?" Hajime asked, knowing just what was wrong with it. His father sighed and flicked the slim piece of hair sticking up in the air.

"Why didn't you at least brush it?"

"Because it's always like this." Hajime mumbled, making the ahoge stand up like it was before. Right then, the door opened and a girl, around Hajime's height opened the door curiously. She has light pink hair that curled up at the ends and she was thin and had pale skin, like a doll almost. Her lips were a light pink and her cheeks looked squishy and her chest was large, plus she also looked really tired at the moment.

"Are you the Hinatas...?" She asked softly, looking at them softly.

"Y-Yea..." Hajime said, straightening his back a bit, which humored his parents. The girl let out a small hum and opened the door, mumbling a small welcome when they stepped in. As they went in and the girl led them to the living room and went to find her parents, Hajime's family was silent, looking around them. Although it looked smaller than theirs, it did look more luxurious. Paintings and pictures of their family with gold frames hung on the walls and shiny tables rested against the walls with flowers and other decor. The rooms, as far as they could see, was large and had plenty of room for large parties. The furniture looked as if it was bought yesterday, the floors shining and rugs placed perfectly in the middle of the room.

"Oh why hello." A voice called, taking the family out of their trance. A woman, with light pink hair that was pulled into a ponytail that rested on her shoulder, came towards them with a smile. She had pale skin and her dress was simple, but at the same time it looked stunning.

"Hello, you must be Mrs. Nanami." Hajime's mother replied, smiling at her as she got up from the seat. They hugged while their fathers firmly shook hands, doing the same with both children there. They led them to the dining room, which had food displayed on the large table there. They families talked, leaving Hajime and their daughter giving each other awkward looks. They sat together and ate quietly, their parents talking quite loudly. After a while, they offered to show them around, which to Hajime's parents agreed.

Both Hajime and their daughter, once again, were silent and gave each other awkward glances.  They both also stayed back and followed their family quietly, their daughter letting out a small sigh as she looked around. After a while, she looked at Hajime before looking at her parents, quickly grabbing his hand before pulling him into the nearest closet. "What-"

"Shh." She interrupted him, putting a finger on his lips and rested her head against the door. After a while, she moved a little bit and opened the door, sticking her head out a bit. "Let's go." She said quickly, grabbing his hand again before running down the stairs. She let out a small sigh as they got to the living room, taking off her shoes and leaving them by the couch. The girl took his hand again and led him to the backdoor, turning around at look at him when she put her hand on the doorknob. "Oh, My name is Chiaki by the way." She said with a small smile. Hajime nodded before going outside with her. Chiaki closed the backdoor softly before running across the yard until she reach a gazebo made out of wood and had flowers on them.

They both sat down, both emitting a small sigh from being away from their parents. Chiaki hugged her knees as she looked down at the grass, softly rubbing the blisters on her feet before looking up at Hajime. "I like your little hair." chiaki said, pointing at his ahoge.

"Thanks..." Hajime said, laughing a bit. "My dad got onto me for having it because it 'was improper'." He said, Chiaki laughing a bit.

"My mom did that, she told me that having my hair curled looks too childish on me."

"Not at all, it look really cute on you actually."

"Thanks." She said, smiling at him a bit. The both were quiet for a bit before Hajime leaned back and sighed.

"I swear they go too hard on us."

"Mhm." Chiaki nodded and smiled a bit. "We need to make a revolution." She said, the both of them laughing a bit.

"It could work."

"Yea, depending on what they are doing." Chiaki said, smiling a little bit. "They do too much, it's tiring."

"I can relate."

"Mhm." Chiaki nodded a bit, Hajime smiling a bit. They ended up talking about all the things that they didn't like until their parents found them, the two of them laughing when Chiaki's mother got onto her about not wearing shoes.

Before Hajime left, Chiaki went up to him and hugged him gently. "Come back to where we were next time," she whispered softly, smiling at him and waving at him before he left.

"So, do you like her?" His father asked, looking back at Hajime as they went home.

"Yea, I like her." Hajime replied swiftly, looking out the window.

"I thought so." His dad chuckled, turning back around in the front seat and talked to his mother quietly.

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