“Manaya, any interest in an omiai?” Arranged marriage meeting.
“Ehh!?”
One morning,
Yuzuru posed the question to his son, now fifteen and in his first year of high school.
Manaya had grown into a handsome boy—
black hair, emerald eyes.
His personality was still lively as ever,
but he’d matured—more thoughtful, more sensible.
“I’m not really interested in girls, to be honest.”
“Really? Back in middle school, you were going through them one after another.”
“‘Going through them’ makes it sound bad… I just dated them because they confessed.”
Blessed with Arisa’s good looks,
Manaya was even more popular than Yuzuru had been.
He’d had relationships—
but they never lasted.
He was the type to prioritise himself over his girlfriend.
Games, friends, his own time—
all came before dating.
And in the end, the girls would leave, saying, “This isn’t what I expected.”
“I’ve learned my lesson. It’s just a hassle.”
“What if you found a girl who wasn’t a hassle?”
“You’re persistent…”
Manaya frowned in annoyance—
when suddenly—
“Father, I’d like a tall, handsome boy.”
A beautiful girl with flaxen hair and blue eyes spoke up.
It was Yuri, their eldest daughter, now in her second year of middle school.
Calm since childhood,
she’d grown into a refined yet somewhat spoiled young lady.
Usually easygoing—
but when her selfish side appeared, she was hard to handle.
“Hmm… Yuri, I think it’s a bit early for you to have an omiai…”
“Isn’t it easier to find someone if you start early?”
“…I can’t deny that, but…”
“I want someone tall, handsome, highly educated—and who puts me first. Like a prince.”
“That’s… very specific.”
Yuzuru frowned slightly.
Truthfully, he had no intention of arranging anything for Yuri yet.
He didn’t want to give his daughter away.
He wanted to keep her close.
“But Father, didn’t you set all sorts of conditions when you were introduced to Mother? Like blonde, big chest, and yamato nadeshiko?” Idealised traditional Japanese woman embodying grace, modesty, and refinement.
“Where did you hear that!?”
Yuzuru’s eyes widened in shock.
That was something he absolutely didn’t want his daughter knowing.
He shot a glance at Arisa.
She smiled wryly and shook her head.
“I heard it from Great-Grandfather before he passed away last year.”
“…That old man…”
Yuzuru’s grandmother had passed five years ago.
His grandfather, just last year.
They had lived long lives—
so while it was sad,
it hadn’t been unbearable.
“Please, Father? It’s fine, isn’t it?”
“…Sigh. Fine. Write your conditions down somewhere. Though I’m telling you now—I can’t promise we’ll find someone who fits them.”
“I don’t expect a prince to just be walking around.”
Even so, Yuri looked at him with shining eyes.
Unlike Manaya, her interest in romance wasn’t the issue—
it was her standards.
“Fwaaah… what are you all doing so early?”
A sleepy voice cut in.
A girl with black hair and emerald eyes shuffled into the room.
It was Yusa—their second daughter.
She wore a loosely draped yukata,
her underwear plainly visible.
“Yusa! Put on proper clothes!”
Arisa glared at her.
Always carefree,
Yusa had grown into a rather lazy girl.
A blend of Yuzuru and Arisa’s worst traits—
and recently, their biggest headache.
“It’s fine, it’s just family.”
“Even so! You don’t dress like that in front of men!”
Arisa strode over and firmly fixed her clothing.
Yusa smirked smugly.
“You may proceed.”
“Who do you think you are!?”
Smack!
Arisa tapped her on the head.
That evening—
Yuzuru called Manaya into a private room.
“About this morning—still not interested?”
“Nope.”
The immediate reply made Yuzuru chuckle.
“Come on, humour me.”
“I’m in high school. Isn’t this way too early?”
“I know. Think of it as a trial run. I don’t care who it is—as long as you eventually marry someone with common sense, I’m satisfied.”
“So it’s fine if it doesn’t work out?”
“Of course. You can back out later too. You’re still young.”
At this stage,
Yuzuru just wanted him to take an interest.
If he eventually married and had children,
that was enough.
“…Fine. Can I set conditions?”
“Go ahead.”
“Even unreasonable ones?”
“As long as they’re somewhat achievable.”
After a moment’s thought, Manaya spoke.
“I’d like someone calm… refined.”
“Like your mother?”
Manaya frowned.
“Mum’s naggy, though…”
“She wasn’t always. She used to hold back and never assert herself.”
“No way.”
The Arisa he knew now—
constantly scolding them—
was very different.
“And someone who’s not noisy.”
“You mean quiet?”
“Even quiet people can be noisy. Like Yuri. I mean someone who doesn’t interfere with my private life.”
“Hmm, I see.”
As expected, he disliked being controlled.
“Honestly… dating’s a hassle. I’d rather someone who understands that.”
“…I get it.”
It sounded less like he wanted a girlfriend—
and more like he wanted someone who didn’t demand romance at all.
“Then what about appearance?”
Yuzuru shifted the angle.
“Someone cute.”
“Well, obviously.”
“And… good figure.”
“You’ve always liked breasts, haven’t you?”
“…Did I ever say that?”
“You’d stop crying instantly when you were held against Arisa’s chest as a baby.”
Manaya frowned.
“That’s just because I was hungry… probably.”
“And anything else? Don’t tell me you want blonde hair.”
“…Nah. That’d just remind me of Mum and Yuri.”
“I see.”
“That kind of light hair isn’t my thing.”
Fair enough—
and convenient for Yuzuru.
“And… I like bigger hips.”
“Oh?”
“You know… when someone crouches in a skirt or trousers—it’s got presence. That really does it.”
“…I understand.”
Encouraged by Yuzuru’s agreement,
Manaya became more talkative.
“Not fat, though. Slim—but with thick thighs.”
“Understandable.”
“Brown hair. Bright vibe.”
“Hair length?”
“Shoulder-length, maybe.”
After finishing, Manaya cleared his throat.
“…There’s no way someone like that exists, right?”
“Not easily—but not impossible either.”
“Hmph.”
“Well, look forward to it.”
“I didn’t say I’d agree.”
“I know.”
“So—what do you think?”
“…His preferences are very specific.”
Arisa sighed as she reviewed the list.
“Well, I did make him say it.”
“That aside… big chest and wide hips—wonder where he got that from.”
She shot Yuzuru a sharp look.
He smiled wryly.
“Half of that’s you.”
“…I won’t deny I had a narrow preference myself.”
Her gaze shifted to another paper—
Yuri’s list.
She had been holding her head over it just moments ago.
“So, do you have a candidate?”
“…I might.”
“Oh? Who?”
“This girl.”
Yuzuru showed her his phone.
A photo appeared—
a familiar woman,
and beside her, a girl in a kimono.
“…It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. Is that her daughter? She’s grown… and, well, she’s certainly well-endowed.”
“I’ll refrain from commenting on that.”
Even Yuzuru had limits.
“But will it work? Didn’t they fight as children?”
“They were kids. Maybe they’ve changed.”
“…Maybe.”
Arisa wasn’t entirely convinced.
She wasn’t particularly fond of omiai to begin with—
even if her own marriage had started that way.
Yuzuru, on the other hand, was positive about it.
And this match—
would benefit the Takasegawa family.
“Worst case, we cancel it. At least let them reconnect.”
“…That’s fair. Let’s bring it up.”
“…What a hassle.”
On the day of the omiai,
Manaya muttered to himself.
He’d been talked into it—
and now he was here.
(A girlfriend… a fiancée… such a pain.)
He hated being tied down.
He didn’t even want to inherit the family—
he’d gladly leave that to his sisters.
“We met here too, didn’t we?”
“Yes. You looked completely dead inside back then.”
“I was going through a lot at the time.”
His parents were busy reminiscing,
leaving him to himself.
(Guess they hit it off right away.)
Even now, they were still lovey-dovey.
He could only imagine what they’d been like back then.
“This way, please.”
The attendant slid open the door.
Inside, the other party was already waiting.
(Huh… have I seen them before?)
A cheerful woman in a kimono sat there.
Beside her—
a girl in an elegant kimono.
Brown hair.
Cute.
And… well-proportioned.
Definitely his type.
But her expression—
was clearly annoyed.
Not someone who wanted to be here.
Seeing that face,
Manaya finally remembered.
“I’m Uenishi Koharu. …It’s not our first time meeting, is it?”
His childhood friend—
the one he’d once parted from after a fight—
greeted him.
Ten minutes later,
the two got into a massive argument,
and the omiai ended in failure.
Ten years later,
the two would become known as the most devoted couple in Japan.
And this—
was how they met.
Author’s note:
This concludes the series.
Thank you for reading.
Translator’s note:
Thank you for reading as well! This was my first full-series translation, so I hope it was enjoyable and the text flowed well.
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