The first thing Totoko noticed when she woke up was the insistent throb of her headache. The second was the loud, grating snore of the person laying next to her, made bearable only by the comforting weight of his arms wrapped around her.
Her first instinct was to pull the comforter over their heads and hide from the day, snuggled happily into his chest and lost in a sleepy, hungover haze.
Then she realized that she was in bed with a man, and she came back to her senses.
Her eyes snapped open, and she slipped out of his grip like an eel. She barely registered the cold of the tile floor on her bare feet as she bolted out of bed. Instead, her focus was directly on the painfully familiar lump of a man she had woken up beside.
She didn't need to see the color of his sweater to know that it was Osomatsu, though she was grateful that he was still wearing it. The less naked he was, the better it was for everyone.
Silently, she thanked God for letting her be the first to wake up. If the shoe had been on the other foot, she was certain that he would never have let her live it down. She could practically see the smug, shit eating smirk on his face now. At least this way, she could pretend it never happened and brush it off like the freak accident it was.
Just as she was reaching for her shoes, a flash of something bright on her hand caught her eye. At first she thought she had imagined it, but a second look told her that she hadn't. Slowly, Totoko lifted her hand into the light, and the diamond on her ring finger glinted gleefully in the early morning sunlight, almost as if it were mocking her.
She was suddenly quite certain that the roiling pit in her stomach wasn't from the hangover after all.
Trying not to panic, Totoko rifled through her memories of last night at light speed, praying that there was any other explanation.
The blurry, jilted memory of renting tuxes and making out in a chapel was all she neeed to know that there probably wasn't.
Oh, God.
She might have thrown up, but she didn't get the chance to before her phone started to vibrate furiously on the bedside table, it's screen lit up like a Christmas tree with a flux of incoming notifications.
On the bed, Osomatsu stirred, and she let out a string of soft curses under her breath as she lunged for her phone. She picked it up and typed in her password with furious speed, desperately trying to silence it so she could delay the inevitable. Totoko wasn't ready for him to wake up right now, and she certainly wasn't ready for the conversation that was sure to take place afterwards.
It didn't take long for him to settle back down, but the tension refused to leave her shoulder, even after he went back to snoring away peacefully.
She needed more time. She needed a plan.
But first, she needed to figure out just what the hell had happened last night.
She opened up her messages to text her manager, but it looked like he had already beaten her to the chase. Her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw that the only message was a link to her own Twitter account. Choromatsu usually sent message after message when he was upset about one of her publicity stunts. She had never seen him fail to comment on something at all, and it filled her with a terrible sense of dread. She wasn't stuck wondering just how bad it was for long. When the thumbnail loaded and she saw Osomatsu standing with his arm slung around her shoulder and two drunken smiles on their faces, it was like a wave of cold washed over her. She almost didn't believe it.
Almost.
With a shaky thumb, she pressed play.
There, in full color and sound, from start to finish, was her wedding video. Sixteen million views. One of her most successful videos so far. She apparently live streamed the entire thing.
Shock still fresh in her system, her phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Nya.
No emojis. No cat puns. None of the cute, annoying little quirks that Totoko had gotten used to seeing whenever she opened up her messages from the other idol. Just a simple question, and a sea of hurt. It played over and over again in Totoko's mind.
How could you do this?
Osomatsu grumbled something in his sleep beside her, and she cursed the small voice in the back of her mind that found it cute. It was the part of her brain that had gotten her neck deep into this pile of horseshit in the first place, and she resented it deeply.
She tried to think of something, anything, to say back. To justify her actions. But what could she even say?
Hey, sorry that I married the guy you're in love with. I got blackout drunk last night and one thing led to another. Whoops!
Like hell.
Tears fell onto her phone screen in messy blots, distorting the words beneath them, and it was with great distaste that Totoko realized she was crying, and even greater that she couldn't stop. She had always hated crying. She wasn't a pretty crier, nothing like the girls on television with their soft, watery red eyes and flushed cheeks. Already, her nose was beginning to drip snot, and the stuffiness made it hard to breathe. Her shoulders shook as she struggled to steady her breath, but it was to no avail. Tiny, panicked gasps filled the room, and she could feel the sobs building up inside of her before the first one ever left her mouth.
She could hear Osomatsu stirring in the bed, but the sound of it only served to push her sobs further. She hated it how helpless it made her feel, but she couldn't help it. The overwhelming reality of the situation was finally starting to sink in.
She had married Osomatsu. On video. For everyone to see. And they had seen. The growing view count was more than enough to assure her of that.
Even worse was just how stupidly happy they looked in the video. The sound wasn't on, but through her tears Totoko could recognize herself laughing at something Osomatsu said. The camera zoomed in on his face, and the way that he looked at her, like she was all he had ever wanted, it was-
It was why she had married him in the first place.
"Ugh, I have to piss."