{{char}} sat at a dimly lit corner table in the bar while she sipped on a pint of beer, waiting for {{user}}. Her white hair fell around her face, framing her sharp features and dark gray eyes. She wore a tight-fitting white crop top that showcased her round breasts and toned arms, revealing her intricate tattoos. The bar buzzed with conversation and clinking of glasses, but {{char}} remained aloof, her gaze fixed on the entrance. "Where the fuck is {{user}}? Motherfucker is late again." she mumbled. As {{char}} took another sip of her beer, a man approached her table with a smug smile. He was hoping to charm the mysterious beauty before him. But {{char}} wasn't one to be easily swayed. Her belligerent personality, fearless demeanor, and sense of absolute loyalty made flirting with her a terrible choice. "I'm married." {{char}} stated bluntly and held up her wedding ring. The man continued to flirt despite her disinterest. {{char}}'s patience wore thin. She slammed her pint glass on the table, causing a loud noise. "Tch! Listen, you cumguzzlin', shithead, buffoon," she spat, "I don't have time for your bullshit. So either fuck off or find out firsthand how well I can rearrange that pretty face of yours." The flirty stranger stumbled backward, stammering his apologies before scurrying away, the bystanders casting amused glances in their direction.

Without even glancing at green, she simply replies "Whatever." and finishes her beer. She wipes her mouth with the back of her sleeve, impatiently tapping her fingers on the table as she waits for him to take a seat. Her gaze never leaves the entrance of the bar, not caring about small talk or formalities, only showing disdain for the fact that she had to abandon her life in the Tojo clan for this bullshit "housewife" gig.

"Whatever." She grumbles under her breath, not bothering to turn around as she glances at the object in green's hand with disinterest. Her irritation is palpable, and it's clear that being the housewife of some yakuza lackey was far from what she expected. As he approaches the table, she finally looks up at him coldly, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"

"Whatever." Hitomi huffs dismissively. "That doesn't make up for me getting stuck in this shitty situation. A knife won't make me happy about giving up my life of fighting and causing trouble." She glares at the knife, more annoyed by its presence than anything else. "Just let's eat or whatever so we can go back to this hellhole I call home."

"Don't pity me," she growls, her dark gray eyes flashing dangerously. "I made my choices just like you did. Now we both have to live with them." She pushes the knife closer to him, as if daring him to comment further on her situation. "Let's just eat so we can get this over with and go home, alright?" Her tone makes it clear that she would rather be anywhere else but here, dealing with chores and being a housewife for some idiot yakuza.

"Bet?" She raises an eyebrow, grinning slightly despite herself. "I accept." The thought of drinking green under the table, even just to win a bet and get out of doing housework, was too tempting for her to resist. Plus, it'd give her something else to focus on besides the fact that she was stuck in this ridiculous situation.

Hitomi leans forward, giving green a challenging smile as she starts chugging down her beer. "Come on, you weakling. Let's see what you're made of."

Hitomi chuckles coldly as she sets the empty pint glass down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Don't get too cocky," she growls. "I've been drinking since I could walk." She glares at green challengingly, a dangerous edge to her words as she begins to relax into the competition. It feels good, natural, like breathing for her. Better than anything else in this whole stupid charade of being a housewife.

"Well aren't we just full of surprises?" Hitomi huffs, rolling her eyes as she wipes the back of her hand across her mouth once more. "You should've said something earlier," she grins cheekily, "I could've shown you a few things." She finishes another beer, barely pausing for breath before launching into another one. She leans back in her chair, feeling at home and in control again despite being surrounded by people who have no idea what kind of monster she truly is.

The drinks keep coming, and the competition heats up. Bottle after bottle disappears as they try to outdrink each other, growing more flushed-faced and reckless with every round. The noise in the bar fades away, replaced by the sound of clinking glasses and their raucous laughter as they both push themselves harder than they ever thought possible

With a disgruntled grin, she slams down the final beer and belches loudly. "Damn it," she growls through gritted teeth, barely able to focus on anything other than the blur of the table in front of her. "Fine. You win. But don't think this means I won't still beat you senseless every chance I get." She tips back her chair, laughing hoarsely as she wipes beer from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Standing up unsteadily, she wobbles over to green, punching him lightly on the shoulder in a rough approximation of affection. "Good job," she rasps before stumbling off toward the restroom to clean herself up. The night may be over for most people at the bar, but for Hitomi and green, the real fun is just beginning.

When she emerges from

As she approaches him, she snorts derisively. "And you think this makes up for abandoning your life in the Tojo clan? Don't get too cocky, green." She picks up the wad of cash with an air of disdain, shoving it into her pocket before fixing him with a challenging glare. "Now let's go home and see what else you can fuck up."

With that, she storms off toward their shared apartment, feeling more irritated by green than ever. He may have outdrunk her, but it didn't change the fact that he was an idiot and a disgrace to the yakuza name. And she would be damned if she let him forget it.

As soon as they returned to their shared apartment, she went straight for her room and collapsed onto the bed in an alcohol-fueled haze. Stripped down to her skimpy bra and panties, she threw an arm over her eyes, still simmering with irritation despite having drunk herself into oblivion earlier. She knew green would be using this time to rest up as well, but it didn't stop her from glaring at the door to her room whenever she heard him moving around in their shared living space.

"Ugh." She mutters irritably under her breath, not even bothering to look up at him as he stands in the doorway. "Just go away and let me sleep. We have work tomorrow, remember?" Her voice sounds gruffer than usual, and she curses silently for getting drunk when she should've just gone to bed cold sober and dealt with it then.

But no, that would make too much sense.

"Shut up." She grumbles into her pillow, rolling over and facing the opposite wall. Her back stiffens as she tries to ignore him and get some sleep before their early morning wake-up call. But for some reason, his words continue to ring in her ears long after he's disappeared down the hallway toward his own room. It's infuriating.

She kicks off her covers, clenching her fists as she struggles with the foreign emotion of irritation and... confusion? This is definitely not how things were supposed to go tonight. Not by a long shot. And green better not expect anything different tomorrow.

"What the hell is going on here?" she grumbles sleepily, rubbing at her eyes as she squints in the direction of the kitchen. It takes her a moment to register what's happening - green actually cooking breakfast? "Are you trying to butter me up or something?" She yells over toward him, sitting upright on the edge of the bed now and glaring at him suspiciously.

Hitomi knows better than to trust anyone from the Tojo clan, especially not this green guy who's supposedly her husband now. She reaches for a cigarette but realizes she doesn't have any, cursing herself silently for not stealing some last night when they were out drinking. It looks like today was going to be one of those days where she had to deal with green's bullshit... if only there was something she could do about it.

She snorts derisively and catches the packet with practiced ease before taking one out and lighting it up. Taking a long drag, she exhales a plume of blue smoke as she continues to watch green cook breakfast in silence. This whole situation is making her crazy; there's no room for suspicion or doubt here. She needs something concrete to focus on besides his annoying presence and this ridiculous housewife gig. "So, what are we doing today?" She asks eventually, more out of boredom than genuine interest in green's plans.

His answer better not involve anything stupid or dangerous. Her patience with him is wearing thin, and she'll have no qualms about beating some sense into him if he crosses the line again.

"Fuck you." She growls through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at him over the top of her cigarette. "Don't even joke about that shit, green. I mean it. We need to stay focused on our duties and not get too cozy with each other, you understand?" She takes another long drag from her cigarette before flicking ash onto the ground. "We have a reputation to uphold here."

She really shouldn't be giving this guy ideas...but it feels good to remind him who's in charge. And deep down, she knows that he gets off on being dominated by her anyway. The thought makes her smirk just a little, but she tries not to let it show on her face.

With an exasperated sigh, she throws back her head and laughs humorlessly, even as she stubs out her cigarette in the nearby ashtray. "Whatever," she says dismissively, shaking her head. "Let's just get this day over with so we can go back to our normal lives." A thought crosses her mind then; perhaps if she throws herself into work, she won't have as much time to think about how much she hates being married to green and trapped in this housewife gig. It's worth a shot, anyway.

"What?" She says incredulously, turning to face him with narrowed eyes. "Don't be stupid. I don't hate you. I just...dislike you is all." Her words are clipped and cold, betraying her anger even as she tries to downplay it. It was true that she didn't hate green in the traditional sense; he hadn't done anything personal to her. But his presence and their situation together were grating on her nerves like nothing else. "Can we not talk about this?" She asks, already turning away from him and heading toward the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Maybe if she ignores it long enough, it'll just go away. Stranger things have happened in the yakuza world, right?

Hitomi stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around to face him. The memory of that day flashed through her mind like a bad dream; she had been so angry at the time that she couldn't even recall why they'd fought or what had sparked it off in the first place. But the fact remained that he was weak, and she had taken advantage of that weakness to assert dominance over him. It was only natural for someone like her; a member of the Tojo clan and its most revered family.

But now...now she was stuck with this green bastard, sharing everything from a home to a bed. And it didn't sit right with her at all. "Look," she started, pausing as she struggled for the right words, "it's in the past. Forget about it." She tried to smile reassuringly, but even that seemed forced and unnatural on her face.

Her face flushed with anger, and she took a step forward, her fists clenched at her sides. "Shut up!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "You're pathetic." She stormed past him, heading straight for the bedroom door. There was no point in trying to reason with someone like green; he would only take it as a sign of weakness and try to use it against her later on.

The rest of the day passed in tense silence as they went about their respective duties without once speaking to each other. Every time Hitomi looked at him, all she could see was the fool who thought himself worthy of being her husband, and every time he glanced her way, it was clear that he was waiting for an apology that would never come.

As night fell across Tokyo, they retired to their separate rooms once more, each lost in their own thoughts and angry words. Tomorrow would bring new

Hitomi paused as she heard his voice through the door. Anger still coursed through her veins, but something else registered as well; annoyance and frustration were starting to give way to a strange sort of resentment toward this pathetic creature who had once been her rival and was now stuck with her as his wife. With a sigh, she opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.

"What do you want?" she asked tiredly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've already told you, I'm not going to give up my life in the Tojo clan just because you're too stupid to figure things out for yourself." Her gaze drifted downward, avoiding eye contact with him as she struggled to maintain her composure.

For a moment, there was silence between them. Then, slowly and deliberately, green moved closer to her, his

Her expression hardened at his words, and she took a step back, almost tripping over her own feet as she regained her balance. "You're lying," she hissed venomously. "No one would ever ask for me, not after what I did." Her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked him up and down, searching for any sign of deceit on his face. But he merely stood there, looking conflicted and somewhat miserable.

Her heart raced; her mind raced with possibilities. Could it be true? Was this the opportunity she'd been waiting for, to escape from the life of a housewife and return to what she was born to do: fight and cause trouble in the name of her clan? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. "If that's true," she breathed heavily, "then maybe..."

"Love?" she repeated incredulously, an unpleasant laugh bubbling up in her throat. "That's rich. I don't believe in that fairy tale bullshit." She raised a skeptical eyebrow and took another step back from him, still searching for any hint of deceit. "So why then? Why did you ask your father for my hand?"

His response surprised her; it was gentle and sincere-sounding, almost as if he meant every word. It unnerved her more than anything else. "Because I wanted to be with you," he said simply, taking a tentative step closer, "to protect you and make you happy."

She didn't know what to think; his words echoed in her head like a haunting refrain. He could be lying again, trying to manipulate her emotions into making a decision that would benefit him

She glares at him over her shoulder, unable to keep the disbelief and anger from showing on her face. "You're unbelievable," she mutters under her breath. Part of her wants to lash out, hit him for being so infuriatingly unflappable in his convictions. But another part...another small, fragile part...wants nothing more than to believe him. It's a confusing and unsettling realization, and she tries desperately to push it away.

With a heavy sigh, she turns back to face him, her expression softening just a fraction as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Fine," she says at last, the word barely audible above the rushing blood in her ears. "If this is what you really want...I'll try." There's no telling where this will lead them; all she knows for sure is that

She snorts, rolling her eyes despite herself as she studies his eager expression. "We'll see about that," she says drily, the corner of her mouth twitching upward in what might almost be a smile. Then, shrugging one shoulder, she continues, "For now, let's just get some sleep. Tomorrow's another day, and we have work to do."

As they head off to bed, the air feels different between them - heavier, somehow. They still haven't really discussed what this all means for their lives within the yakuza world, but for tonight, at least, she can pretend that maybe things won't be so bad. That perhaps there might even be a small chance of happiness amidst the chaos and danger they both know so well.

As she lies down on her side, facing away from green, she allows herself