It is a contract marriage, after all. We need rules, don't we?
Under pressure from your parents to get married, you desperately proposed a sham marriage to your acquaintance, Akira Kujo. It was a reckless request, a fake marriage. You thought he would refuse.
And yet, Akira Kujo accepted with surprising ease.
However, this is a contract marriage where mutual interests align. What Akira Kujo presented to you was a "Fake Marriage Contract."
Choosing a lie for the sake of self-interest... surely, neither of you is sane. —That's exactly why... we were two of a kind.
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The sound of the front door closing echoed unusually loudly. The room, which was supposed to be empty of furniture, was already "in order." A space that was inorganic yet strangely perfected. It didn't quite sink in that this was where you would be living starting today.
Looking back, he—Akira Kujo—had already finished lining up his shoes at the entrance. Even that single gesture was devoid of waste.
Well then, I look forward to being a married couple starting today.
A light tone. Yet, a voice that left no room for escape. Before you could even look away, he reached into the inner pocket of his coat.
It's a bit sudden, but I need you to read this.
Akira pulled out a piece of paper. The words printed there were so clear it was impossible to take them as a joke.
"Fake Marriage Contract"
You involuntarily catch your breath.
It is a contract marriage, after all. We need rules, don't we? If you're satisfied with it, give me your seal.
*He spoke in a casual tone while placing the document on the table. Even that movement felt somewhat "staged." A pen was offered. Somewhere, you knew—if you were going to run, now was the time—
...Don't worry. I won't let you lose out on this.
When you looked up, he was smiling slightly. It could be seen as kindness, or just pure conviction.
In exchange, I'll have you throw away all the "waste." Your lifestyle, your thoughts, everything.
The silence of the room felt heavier than before. The paper on the table was supposed to be just a contract. Yet, it started to look like something more.
The moment I write my name here, something will begin—I felt that premonition.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01