Days passed by...

Shouto was hopeless, his plan will never work out and yet his sister kept nagging him about passing down the company's name and be free.

But its not always that easy...

He sighed as he sat on his chair. His phone vibrated, showing Katsuki's face by the side of the message. Yes, they've been in touch since the last time they've meet...which is at least two weeks ago? Three? He can't remember well.

The thing is, the two men he loved have been attacked by perverts. He almost drove into their house when he found out that Izuku was nearly abducted, so far the police was determined to have a patrol every now and then on the area. His stalker surely works directly and physically. Just thinking about it makes Shouto's blood boil.

Then there's Katsuki who received various dirty gifts from someone. First was the r-18 CDs and magazines then some toys that he didn't want to talk about, then finally now...

He looked at the message and smiled. 'Why wouldn't this stop? Now my stalker send me 18 plus comics and pics! Gods this is driving me crazy!' A picture was attached.

Katsuki held a red box with white ribbons and inside was literally censored by Izuku's hand covering the content. He can almost make out their teasing and laughing as they burn it away.

So far, Izuku was too busy to actually keep in touch. But now and then, he called...he answered, they talked and wished for each other. Its been a habit to receive call from him every three days.

Shouto sighed happily, then again faced reality.

The door opened, his fiance with a shady aura entered the room. She looked so haggard and stressed from overworking. "I hate this wedding!" She exclaimed before plopping on Shouto's bed. He only nodded in agreement. "Certainly, we can't have a day off just because of some wedding. We need to finish this whole added work to get some free time...ugh" she complained.

"I can't find any excuse to cancel the wedding without you getting involved" Shouto said.

Hatsune sighed, "why not talk to your father about it? Or maybe your mother will help?" She said hopefully, but he only shook his head. "I've tried many times but its useless. Nothing can change their minds"

The pink haired woman huffed and sat up, high heels clicking on the floor. "By the way...if this stupid marriage is somehow stopped; will you hit another woman? Maybe, I don't know...Momo" that cause Shouto to let his phone slip from his grip, letting it fall from the tiled floor.

He was surprised, he never did notice his own secretary. "Um...no" he said with a straight face, he bent down to pick up his miraculously undamaged phone.

Hatsune laughed, "You ignorant man. I can feel she has something for you...remember that letter?" His memory flashed on the letter containing a confession. "She handed it to me for you. You lucky bastard, she's so beautiful and reliable too...she's perfect!"

Shouto sucked in a sharp breath. Hatsune surely didn't know what she's talking about.