My first fanfic, so don't be too harsh, but hope you guys enjoy. Please let me know what I should work on for the future!

I do not own Love Live.

In the near future, Japan has established the perfect marriage system in order to ensure the happiness of their people, enabling citizens to work efficiently and productively.

This system is run by the Department of Marriage; ironically, their acronym comes out to be DOM, bringing the joke that marriage is the end of it all. However, they promote just the opposite: to perfectly match people together, guaranteeing complete happiness and a long, loving marriage.

The department takes in account information from your birth, background, and from multiple tests that everyone takes through the years; usually these tests dealt with figuring out personalities and future goals. Combining all this information, they pair you up with "your other half."

Starting at the age of 15, one receives a letter if their match has been found. The department implemented this rule in order for the couple to get to know each other for at least a year before coming of age to marry. Although, that didn't matter much anymore since everyone usually waited unlike when the system was first established. Everyone was too excited to have been paired with their "perfect match" that they couldn't wait any longer, resulting in multiple cases of unhappiness in the marriage, putting DOM under fire.

Teenagers treated their 15th birthday with special treatment at the thought of meeting their future marriage partner. Well, most teenagers did anyway.

Nishikino Maki didn't understand why everyone would get so excited over such a simple letter and why everyone wanted to find their life partner as soon as possible. Maki would rather avoid the whole thing, but just like everyone else, she'd eventually receive a letter and she'd have to meet her future spouse.

Maki sighed at the thought of how much of a hassle it would probably all be when the time came.

She had just started school at Otonokizaka High as a first year and high school was supposed to be the best years of your youth, but nothing was interesting enough for Maki. Not like she was trying her hardest anyway.

Her classmates all seemed nice, but annoying at the same time. She had a tough time enjoying their presence long enough to have a normal conversation when each conversation always took a turn into the topic of upcoming letters, forcing Maki to make up an excuse to leave, finding the subject to be a waste of breath.

What's so great about finding your perfect match? Maki thought every single time. I really don't understand them.

Maki knew it was inevitable that she would also get a letter, but she never felt a single bit of excitement about it. She just hoped her future partner wouldn't be too talkative and annoying because only God knows how much Maki will be able to tolerate someone with a big mouth. She put her faith in the department that they'll match her with someone that she'll be fine spending the rest of her life with.

So far, the Department of Marriage has never been wrong. Maki prayed she wouldn't be the first.