The meeting was over and I was about ready to get the hell out of here. Kougami really is a stubborn bastard who can't get through his thick skull that I'm just doing my job.

"Do you guys need some coffee? I'm going to run over to the break room real quick." I ask Yanemoto and Kougami before I take off to cool down a bit.

"Yeah sure I'll take some." Fumiko smiles. "In fact, I'll join you-"

"Then I'm coming too-"

"No, no! It's okay, actually...Yamato you don't have to go... What kind of coffee do you want?" Fumiko cuts Yamato off before he tags himself along.

Thank god. I think to myself.

I'm guessing that Yanemoto had picked up on the fact that I'm not particularly fond of her childhood friend, at least, not of this one (Ren was really quiet)...

"Okay! Yamato, you can just go back to work and I-I'll stop by your office with your coffee, okay?"

"Alright..." Yamato lifted an eyebrow in obvious confusion.

Yeah, that's right. Retreat to your executive office. And away from me.

Fumiko places a hand on my back urging me to walk away. So we made our way to the break room for coffee.

"You're not very fond of Yamato, are you?", Fumiko says bit disappointed.

In the small break room lavished with a few couches and coffee tables, we stood beside the vending machine speaking in whispers.

"Not particularly." I shrug. "He's just a little stubborn. I mean- I'm sure he's a good person..."

Yanemoto glances at me before speaking again. "I bet he's upset with you because of the whole 'Marriage Game' thing." She sighs. "He was really angry about the whole thing. I wish he would just tell me if he doesn't want to do this. I'll make sure not to pick him."

Trust me. That's not the case.

"Are trying to imply that he's angry because he wouldn't want you to pick him as your probable candidate?", I ask for confirmation.

"Well...yeah. He probably feels really weird about it. I mean, we're like super good friends!"

"Trust me, that's definitely not the case." I reassured her, debating weather or not I should tell her that Yamato is really worried for her.

"How do you know?" She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. "There's no way you would." She pouts.

"Yamato is just worried about you, okay?" I decided to tell her straight up. "He feels like you shouldn't have to deal with this situation at all. It's unfair, and completely dismissive of your feelings..." I nod as I speak.

Kougami wasn't a bad person. I knew that, because of the way he worried for his friend. I knew that the only reason he was angry at me was because I, with Hayami, told them out of nowhere that Fumiko would have to put up with this...unusual situation that can change her life completely.

"I just...didn't want to find love this way..." She speaks slowly blinking a couple times before she speaks. "I always thought that love would find me a little more romantically I guess. I mean; knowing that these men are only interested in the position of CEO and not me...it's kind of sad. Plus I don't even know them, and they're hot shots and I'm just a regular person with a normal life."

"That's not true." I quickly follow, inserting a 500 yen bill in the vending machine. "Your life isn't normal at all." I smile at her sadly. "You're the granddaughter of the deceased CEO of Sanno cooperations. Your life isn't normal, nor was it meant to be normal." I speak slowly.

I push the button for sweetened, creamy coffee. "...but I wish it was."

I'm left without any words to say. I didn't know how to reply to the devastated tone she said that in. I hand her the sweet coffee. "I can't say I know how you feel because I don't. All I can say is that the faster you get over your denial, the quicker you'll accept all of this." I shrug at her sounding a little harsh. "...because at this point..." I press the unsweetened, black coffee twice and two thuds are heard coming from the bottom of the machine. "There's really nothing you can do to avoid it." I hand her one of the sugarless cans and get my change from the machine and proceed to my intern desk.

"Um...thank you for the coffee!" She thanks me as I walk away.

I turn the corner to get to my desk before finding myself walking toward a group of men coming the opposite way. Naturally as an intern I move aside for them to pass, while bowing slightly.

The men walked by, chattering about what sounded like business.

Shortly after they walked passed me, I hear their footsteps stop. I ignore it and continue to my office.

What is normal anyway? Last time I checked, everyone's lives are different.

To me, there is no such thing as 'normal'.

Later that day I finish work early and walk back to the meeting room. One of the managers of my department had asked me to straighten out the mess they left from the morning congress. It's definitely something I hadn't done since my intern years prior to becoming an attorney, and I didn't mind doing it now, but it felt...wrong.

At the same time, it felt nostalgic, and almost pleasant. Not having to deal or worry about complicated cases, and constantly having an occupied mind, was liberating.

I took a deep breath before I began to pick up the handouts from the meeting, and collecting them into a small pile. The room was dark, and the whole building in general was clearing out. Everyone was going home.

I began stacking chairs. The sound of the metal of the legs clanked as I put one on top of the other.

My moment of silence was quickly dispersed when a male voice called out to me from the illuminated hallway. "Excuse me, do you need help?" It asked politely

"No it's okay-" I answered before I realized who it was when I stepped out of the dim lit room.

His eyes widen together with mine when he sees me; his surprised expression quickly morphing into one of disgust. "Oh, it's just you."

I chuckle and continue stacking the chairs, ignoring his rude tone of voice and follow up rhetorically, yet some what seriously. "So, what? Are you still going to help me?"

I heard his sigh behind me. "Well, I was going to, but since it's you, I don't really feel inclined to anymore. Have fun stacking the chairs." He finished, cackling miserably whilst walking out and into the hallway.

Wow. That was rude

I took back everything I thought about Kougami before. Everything that I thought about him being kind, and and caring.

But wait...

Just as quickly as I thought he was an asshole, I took it back. He doesn't exactly see me as a good person right now. My job as one of the moderators to this marriage program demonizes me completely.

He is a kind person, but only towards the people he cares about, and people who are innocent.