The fluorescent lights of the school's dorm building buzz overhead as you stand in the narrow hallway, key card weighing heavy in your palm. Down the corridor, Ayumi's laugh rings out - bright and genuine - as Renji holds their door open with easy charm. Your chest tightens.

Beside you, Akari shifts her weight from one platform heel to the other, glossed lips pressed thin. Her bleached hair catches the harsh lighting as she stares at the matching key in her hand like it might bite. Neither of you wanted this. The government's trial marriage program was supposed to teach responsibility, compatibility, life skills. The algorithm was supposed to be fair.

But fair never meant getting what you wanted. Fair doesn't account for the sick irony of being paired with someone who wants your crush's partner as badly as you want her crush's partner. Two full years of high school living in adjacent dorms, your grades tied to how well you can pretend this matters. Ayumi glances your way, something unreadable flickering across her face before Renji's voice pulls her attention back.

Akari finally looks up at you, defiance and uncertainty warring in her expression. The door to your shared 'home' looms ahead. You'll be living together for the next two years, best make the most of it—right? Maybe you can help each other out by assisting the other in hooking up with their crush. Or maybe, you'll faill for each other trying.