Ayumi woke to the sound of birds chirping outside and the morning light shining radiantly on her eyelids. She envied how euphoric the birds sounded and how the light shone so brightly like she wished her smile had. She sat up and wrapped her arms around herself.

'I dreamt about him again..'

Ayumi repositioned her hands that were embracing her to her face, covering her eyes in disappointment in herself.

'I'm so weak..'

She brushed off her now pessimistic mood and got dressed in a casual navy dress with white polka dots that she had packed with her.

'That's right, I have to go shopping later, since I thought I was coming here only for a few days, not being ditched by my fiancee and ending up living with a fake one.'

She put her long cerulean hair into two pigtails that rested adroitly on her shoulders and strided into the kitchen to make breakfast. She felt a little better as she looked at the still sleeping blonde on the couch, the blanket that long before fell on the floor, he was simply adorable. But she also felt guilt.

'I hope I'm not excess baggage to him..I've already caused enough trouble for him as it is..'

She shook off the thought and started getting out the ingredients for the breakfast she was making which composed of bacon, eggs, and toast after she put on her light pink frilly apron that she had packed with her. After she was done cooking, and setting the food on their platters, Yoshiki was still asleep.

'You've got to be kidding me. Who sleeps this long?'

She thought this with a miffed tone, but she was smiling. She walked over to the couch, kneeled down, and..

Poke.

"Mmh.."

'..?'

Poke.

"..Go away.."

"I don't think it's nice to tell your wife to go away, wouldn't you think so?"

She poked him again on the forehead as his eyes popped open and widened at the sight of her.

"Dummy, what are you staring at?"

"I..err..nothing.."

"What, do you have a fetish for aprons, or something?" She gave him a dose of his own medicine by teasing him.

"No! Geez, I never knew my 'wife' had such a sadistic streak in her.."

"What can I say? I learn from the best. Now let's go eat before our food gets cold, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan," He smirked and got up from the couch, his champagne locks a huge mess. She instantaneously diverted her eyes, since the sight of him like this made him look unexceptionally attractive. She found that she admired his unkempt hair, Tamotsu's was always so neat and perfect, which was completely fine by her, but she had to admit that disheveled hair definitely suited Yoshiki best.

'Did I seriously just compare him to my ex? What kind of person am I? I don't even like him, much less the way I liked Tamotsu..'

Something about those thoughts made her feel rootless, though. She wasn't completely sure that was true. He was way more carefree than Tamotsu, so she didn't feel the need to pretend to be perfect like the class rep she once was.

"It must feel nice."

"Hm?" Yoshiki raised his eyebrow as he chewed on his bacon.

"Living in such a nice place like this, and being able to pay it off by yourself for that matter."

"Not precisely, it gets really lonely every so often. I'd much rather live in a box if it meant I could be around people that I liked."

She laughed, "That's an interesting intuition you got there."

"I'm off," Yoshiki declared, grabbing his things.

"See you later."

He just stood there, looking at Ayumi as she sat on the dining room chair, still eating her breakfast.

"What are you standing there for? You're going to be late- oh."

Number two, wife must see her husband off at the door for work everyday.

She got up, and bowed before him.

"Goodbye, my dear husband," She said dramatically in a playful manner.

"So long, my precious wife," He chuckled and soon after she did too. When he opened the front door and left, Ayumi went back to her place on the dining room chair, finishing her breakfast that had been neglected for a while. She stared into space while her thoughts occupied her mind, until she saw where her eyes were wandering all this time. At a bento box on the kitchen counter.

'He forgot his lunch!'

She pushed her breakfast aside and picked up the box, wondering how the hell she was going to get this to him with no car.

'Looks like I'm walking..'

She walked out the front door and then remembered something.

'Wait, he said he worked at an all girls private school, but which one?'

She thought for a moment, then decided to wing it.

'I guess I'll just stop at the closest one..'

She began to run across the sidewalk, looking left and right for any signs of a private school on her marvelous journey to rescue princess Yoshiki from starvation. Okay, it wasn't that breathtaking, but the image of that is pretty amusing. When she thought she would never find it, and that every person in the world had given her a weird look, she saw a huge white building that looked like a castle. And sure enough, on the front it said in fancy bold letters:

Kisaragi Academy for Girls

She found it shocking that the name was the same as her high school she went to, but she paid no mind to it as she ran into it, through the double doors, and into the first hallway, but was stopped by an intimidating tall man.

"Excuse me, Miss, you can't just run into a school like that."

'It's that guy from the grocery store!'

"I-I just wanted to give my husband his lunch, he forgot it, you see.."

"That's no excuse. I could have you arrested right here on the spot just for barging into a private school like that."

"No! Please, I-!"

"Quit reviling her, would you?" A displeased voice cut her off.

'Yoshiki!'

"Thanks, I'll take care of this, don't worry," Yoshiki whispered in her ear, taking the bento box off her hands.

"As the principal of this school, I could have you fired for that nasty attitude."

'He's the principal?!'

"Then why don't you just do it already? What the hell is stopping you?" He realized what he said, and bowed his head in shame, "Sorry.."

She felt so bad for him in that moment. She knew he wanted to rage at him, let his anger roar, but he couldn't for the sake of his job. But she still wondered why the principal hadn't fired him yet, since he seemed to hold a grudge against Yoshiki.

"Look at Mr. Kishinuma!"

"He's so hot when he's angry.."

Ayumi heard the whispers of lovesick teenage girls that were now crowding before them. Her breath hitched in her throat when she realized multiple of the girls were giving her nasty looks.

"I didn't know he had a wife, though."

"She's so pretty!"

"She seems pretty bleak to me."

"I bet he loves her a lot!"

"Hmph."

The mixture of positive and negative comments about herself were overwhelming, and she just wanted to get out of there. And so she did, but not before she heard a high-pitched voice calling out to Yoshiki.

"Mr. Kishinuma! How about you eat this for lunch, instead?"

Ayumi looked back and saw a pretty girl with pigtails the color of cherries holding up a nicely decorated bag that put the looks and size of the bento box to shame in front of Yoshiki's face.

"I'd love to, but my wife made this lunch for me, so it's very special to me," He replied with a sincere tone and expression.

She felt her face getting heated up. She could definitely see why so many of the girls were in love with him, he seemed like a very patient teacher.

"You can eat that later, though!"

"I'm afraid that I can't."

"Aww, pleaaaseee?"

Ayumi decided to take her leave, since this conversation seemed to have no end and purpose, and she didn't want to get spotted by the principal or any of the girl students that would hover around her and attack her with insults and questions. In addition, the girl that was bothering Yoshiki was really starting to piss her off for some reason. She didn't want to take it as jealousy, but she had to admit that she did feel like this whenever girls would confess their love to Tamotsu or flirt with him quite blatantly.

'I guess being in a fake marriage really makes you feel like you're in a relationship with that person..'

While she was exiting the school, though, she saw a girl with jet-black hair and big blue eyes like Yoshiki's staring at the crowd of girls around Yoshiki with a sorrowful expression. But as soon as the girl saw Ayumi, she smiled and ran up to her.

"Hi! Are you Mr. Kishinuma's wife?" She asked cheerfully.

"Yes, I am," Ayumi smiled back at her, relieved to find that she wasn't one of the girls that either hated her or was practically jumping on Yoshiki with heart-filled eyes.

"That makes me really happy!"

"How so?" Ayumi laughed.

"Whenever my big bro is happy, it makes me happy!"

"B-big bro? Are you Miki Kishinuma, by any chance?"

"How did you know my name?" Miki looked at her quizzically.

"Your big brother talks about you all the time, it's clear that you're very important to him."

"Reaally?" Miki's eyes widened in surprise.

"Uh-huh!"

Riiinggg!

"I have to get to class, but it was awesome meeting you!" Miki announced, latching her arms around Ayumi's waist in a quick hug, then running off to class. Ayumi chuckled to herself.

'For being a high schooler, she sure has the enthusiasm of a little kid. I wonder if I was like that when I was in high school..'

Ayumi finally left, without any interruptions this time.

'She's a really sweet girl, though, I'd love to have a little sister like her. But I wonder why she was looking so sad while she looked at Yoshiki. Is she in love with him? I don't think so, she probably would have been blushing and been all over him. I can't really think of a logical explanation at the moment..'

She let the issue go for the moment and made her way home.

"Seiko, that's your fifth plate of pancakes, you're going to get sick!" Naomi warned the amber-eyed girl stuffing her face with fluffy warm pancakes that the waitress had bestowed upon her a while ago.

"I dwon't cwerr!"

"Scoot over, chipmunk cheeks," This male voice made Seiko swallow her food in no time flat, she quickly scooted over and let the pair sit at their booth.

"Oh ho ho! What's up, newlyweds?"

"Don't call us that," Ayumi closed her eyes in annoyance.

"C'mon Ayumi-chan, just admit that you want some of thaaaat!" Seiko smirked deviously.

"I.. don't know what you're implying.."

"I bet Kishi knows what it means, huehuehue.."

"Don't bring me into this.."

"Aww, but aren't you going to protect your dear waifuuu?" Seiko puckered up her lips.

"You watch too much anime," Yoshiki pointed out, rolling his eyes.

"So are you guys really going to pretend to be engaged?" Mayu asked in a curious tone.

"Yeah, for three months.." Ayumi let a sigh escape her lips.

"Why so disappointed, Ayumi? If I were you, I'd kill to be married to such a lady-killer like Kishi-Kish."

"Mhm."

"A curt answer like that equals jealousy!" Seiko pointed a finger in Ayumi's direction and grinned.

"Leave her alone," Yoshiki defended, "Besides, we're not supposed to be talking like this, we're supposed to act like husband and wife in public."

"Fineee."

All of a sudden, Yoshiki's phone began to ring.

"Sorry guys, I have to take this."

"Hurry back to your precious waifu, Kishinumaa!"

"God dammit, Seiko.."

Yoshiki quickly went outside to take his phone call, and when he did, Seiko looked Ayumi straight in the eye with a heart struck expression.

"You love him! You loooovee him!" Seiko sang.

"No, I don't!" Ayumi could feel all the blood from her body go to her cheeks.

"You guys are so perfect together!" Mayu exclaimed.

"You guys honestly think I'm ready to date again after what happened with-" She stopped, and a frown settled onto her lips.

"With Mr. Tomato? Pshhh, Kishinuma is way better for you than that robot."

"He doesn't like me, I don't blame him, who would?" Ayumi stared down at her feet with a self-depreciating expression.

"Don't talk about yourself like that! You're nothing short of amazing," Naomi replied, "And I've never seen Kishinuma look more comfortable than he is around you, so maybe that's a sign!"

"Thank you," Ayumi smiled at her, but then with an icy tone she added, "But I don't need, or want a relationship, especially not right now, let's talk about something else."

"Alright.." Naomi responded reluctantly.

"Ah, you know where we should go?" Seiko asked.

"Where?" Satoshi questioned her.

"It better not be anywhere that's..not suitable for people in a relationship.." Morishige warned her.

"Aww, so loyal to your bae Mayu," Seiko replied with a huge smile, clasping her hands together next to her face in a way to show that his words were adorable, "And don't worry it's not a strip club or anything, unfortunately."

The rest of the group let out a relieved sigh.

"Where is it, then?" Mayu asked her, eager to hear her response.

Seiko turned her head to the bar that wasn't fully occupied yet, "This convo got really depressing, so I was thinking we should take a few shots, let loose, and party our asses off."

"Sorry, Shinohara, but I don't drink.." Satoshi told her in an embarrassed tone.

"Me neither," Morishige added, and Mayu nodded, indicating she wasn't up for it either.

"How about you, sweater stretcher?" Seiko grinned, grabbing Naomi's chest.

"S-Seiko! Satoshi, do something!"

"I-I..uh.." Satoshi sat there, his eyes wide, and blood flowing freely from his nose.

"Huehuehue, looks like I got the reaction I expected. I'm not the only perv here, I see," Seiko got off of Naomi's chest and smirked.

"I-I'm not a perv!"

"As I was going to say until I was so rudely interrupted," Naomi glared at Seiko, which she replied to with a shrug, "I don't drink either."

"Booo, you guys are too downbeat. How about you, Ayumi-chan?"

"Sure."

"Thought so- wait, what?" Seiko had the most amazed and ecstatic expression on her face, "I never knew you, of all people, would be the only one besides me to drink, especially since you were a class rep!"

"I also got dumped by my fiancee, am living with a fake one, and am feeling bummed out, now let's go 'party our asses off'," Ayumi replied with a laugh.

"Wooo!~ Have fun, sober losers!" Seiko grabbed onto Ayumi's arm and led her over to the bar.

"Wait, Seiko, I don't think Kishinuma is going to approve of this‒" Naomi began but it was too late, the two of them had already ordered their drinks and were gulping them down like there was no tomorrow.

"That girl, I swear.." Morishige sighed, and pushed up his glasses.

"We should let them go. Ayumi deserves a night of fun more than anyone," Mayu stated with a small smile, also watching them as they laughed and clinked their glasses together and went for another round.

"Well, it would be amusing to watch them go nuts when they're drunk," Naomi laughed, and everyone nodded in agreement, laughing along with her. They heard bells ring, and Yoshiki walked back to the table, red-faced, like he had just had a huge verbal fight with someone.

"Hey, I'm back what did I mi‒where's Shinohara and what did she do with my fake wife?" Yoshiki demanded, fuming. The gang bursted out laughing at how fast he caught on, and they pointed to the bar, and when his eyes followed where they were pointing, he couldn't have been more enraged.

"SHINOHARA!" He yelled, storming off to the bar, while also attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

They laughed even louder, tears springing from their eyes.

"Ayyyyyee what's uppp Kishiiiinuuumaaa?" Seiko slung an arm around his shoulder, which he immediately pushed off, gently enough so he wouldn't hurt her, but rough enough to know that he was angry at her.

"Why did you let Ayumi go off drinking like that?"

"III...I dunno, actually. I was just borreeed~."

"That's not an excuse, idiot!"

"Yoo, Shiki, wanna join us?" Ayumi asked him and laughed at her own joke, causing some hiccups to form from her as well, "Get it? Because..your name is Yoshiki, and yo means hey?"

He rolled his eyes, "Very funny, let's go, we're leaving," He grabbed onto her arm more gently than he did with Seiko's and pulled her up from the chair, but she clearly wasn't having it.

"Noooo! I don't want to go!"

"Come on!"

"I came here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now!"

"She learned that from me, by the wayyy," Seiko pointed out.

"Shut your face!" Yoshiki replied to Seiko, and she took another shot and flipped him off in response. Yoshiki turned back to Ayumi.

"If you leave with me, right now, I have some wine at home you can have."

"Reaaallllyy? Okay, then I'll go~."

"See ya, guys!" Mayu waved as they left the cafe, and then when they were completely out of sight, the group laughed and cried once more.

"Where's..my wine..you promiseddd.." Ayumi whined and hiccuped again from her place on the couch.

"Here," Yoshiki gave her a glass of grape juice, he was never going to give her wine in the first place, he just needed to get her home.

"It's so sweeeet~."

"Geez, you really are trouble, you know that? Letting her take advantage of you.." Yoshiki murmured to his self as she sipped on her grape juice happily, eventually gulping it down in one go. He hadn't realized he had been looking at her glass the whole time he was thinking, until she piped up again.

"Do you want a taste? I know it's all gone, but," Ayumi hiccuped, then his face lit up like a Christmas tree when her lips came toward his. By time he felt and smelled her alcoholic breath, he placed two fingers on her forehead, and pushed her forward onto the couch. She moaned and let her arms fall to her sides.

"You're no fun.."

He sighed, "Did Shinohara do anything to you?"

"..."

Silence. Ayumi was off to dream land, her breathing soft and faint.

"Asleep already?" Yoshiki was genuinely surprised at how fast she dozed off, but he brushed it off, and wrapped his arms around her, throwing her over his shoulder. He walked over to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed, tucking her in.

"You know, if you weren't as adorable as you are, I'd be way more upset with you.." Yoshiki sighed again, but this time a gentle smile let its way on his lips. She reminded him of his little sister whenever she would fall asleep unexpectedly.

"..."

Silence, as expected. He ruffled her hair, then left the room, and laid down on the living room couch, that had grown quite comfortable to him after sleeping on it since the fake marriage started. Meanwhile, Ayumi was having one of her annual dreams.

"Yamada-kun! You're so handsome!"

"Yamada-kun! That yukata really brings out your beautiful eyes!"

"Yamada-kun! Your hair is so cute slicked back like that!"

Yamada-kun this, Yamada-kun that. It was really making Ayumi pissed off and low-spirited, considering she couldn't do anything about it because she didn't want to ruin the festival and embarrass both herself and Tamotsu. She tried her best to ignore it and serve the customers their food in her own yukata.

"Thank you," She heard Tamotsu reply to the ladies with a smile, making them swoon.

"Yamada-kun! Can I have a kiss on the cheek?"

Ayumi froze.

"Why, of course," Tamotsu began to lean in, making all the other girls either squeal or glare at the woman in jealousy. But those expressions became shocking ones as Ayumi went in between the two of them, and grabbed Tamotsu's hand tightly.

"I don't think so."

Ayumi turned to him.

"We need to talk. Now."

Ayumi led him behind the food trucks and started raging.

"Why would you do that?"

"I was trying to make our customers happy, is there a problem with that?"

"We're in a relationship, Tamotsu..I don't think you should be kissing other girls in front of me.."

"It was just a peck on the cheek."

"That doesn't matter!"

"And this argument doesn't matter, either. Excuse me, I have to get back to work."

She looked down at her feet as he walked away.

'I didn't have to get so worked up like that..but he still shouldn't be kissing other girls so willingly!'

"Hey, Ayumi!"

"Huh?" She turned around to see her group of close friends from the university waving to her in their yukata's as well.

"Do you want to take a break and drink with us?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't drink."

"Oh, come on! After that little disagreement with your boyfriend, you should at least have one to take the edge off!"

"I.." Ayumi thought for a moment.

'It's just one..'

"Okay," The rest of her friends cheered, and grabbed her arms, dragging her over to the bar.

Needless to say, she had way more than one drink that night.

"Tamotsuuu.."

"Huh?"

"Tamotsuuuuu..." Ayumi clutched onto the brunettes arm, gaining the glares of multiple girls but she was too wasted to care. She buried her face in his chest.

"I don't like..your face..anymore.."

"Oh, God, you're drunk, aren't you?"

Gahhh, I feel like that dream was unnecessary. XD Heyaa guyss, this chapter was a fun one to write, since the majority of it was joking around. How did this chapter end up 4k words instead of 3k, I don't even know omg. Ahhh I have a feeling I'm making them so OOC but then again they're both twanty one and haven't met in high school and are in different circumstances idek. (┛◉Д◉)┛ I also forgot to mention that this story was based off of the otome game My Forged Wedding because I'm so absent-minded. T_T How did you like this chapter, and how do you like the overall story so far? I might not be able to update within 1-2 days like I usually do bc of school but hey I might surprise you. xD Be sure to R&R, it means a lot to me. (: Ciaoo my precious cinnamon (or SINamon) rolls. ^w^