Matchmaker

Hate At First Sight

you sit stiffly between your parents, hands sweating in your lap. you look left and right, for someone to notice you.

no one does.

"sign here." the black haired man orders sternly, sliding a paper and sleek pen in front of your father.

your fathers face says everything, the snicker, the way he rubs his hands together like that paper was his first meal after years. he looked at your future on paper like it was gold.

he didn't even read it, just signed it like he was agreeing to terms on an app.

you sigh softly, heart aching in your chest.

"so it's final?" your father asks, trying to hide his smirk.

"she needs to sign." his father points towards you. your dad slides the paper in front of you, nudging your arm impatiently.

what were you signing off to? your future, your love life, being stuck in a marriage with tetsurou kuroo.

kuroo was by no means your dream man. snarky, sarcastic, up his own ass, and blatantly rude at times.

he sat straight across from you, his usual smug smirk plastered onto his face. he looked at you like a peice of meat he could only wait to dig into.

you press your lips together, picking up the pen with shaky hands. "here?" you ask softly, barely any sound coming out.

his father nods at you, pushing you to sign with one simple gesture. you knew what each family got out of this marriage.

your parents would be able to finally weasel their way into some money—lots actually.

his parents would have a daughter, something they have supposedly wished for as long as they can remember.

and tetsurou of course, would get a wife.

but what was in it for you? that was the question circling your head as you read the paper, questioning what went so wrong in your life that caused you to get here.

the ball of the pen moves slowly as you sign, the ink coming out was mocking you. you picked the pen up off the paper, setting it down softly.

"it's official!" your father exclaims, a little too excited.

"indeed." his father replies with a confident yet suppressed smile, getting up to shake hands with your father.

your mothers finally say a word to each other, soft smiles and side hugs following.

"well.?" your father questions, gesturing you to go talk to kuroo, "you are newlyweds! have some fun!" he yelps, grinning ear to ear.

you glare at him, standing up from your cold metal chair, fixing your dress slowly.

kuroo fixes his collar, walking up to you. "sooo, your dad is excited, seemingly." he whispers, bending slightly to say it into your ear.

you ignore him, starring at the buzz of small talk and wine glasses clinking.

"alright then. should i get you a glass?" kuroo asks slyly, grabbing a glass and setting it in your hand.

"i'm 20." you reply coldly, setting the glass back on the table and shoving through him, walking upstairs.

this little marriage meant you and him would share a house, all alone. atleast it was big. you walk around the upstairs, looking at the cold marble floors that you would've never chosen for your own house. the house didn't feel like home, it never would be.

you soon hear heels clicking slowly on the floors. you turn around from the room you now had to call yours.

"hi sweetheart." your mother murmurs in a soft tone, a little weepy.

you sigh hopelessly, "hi mom.."

she doesn't say anything else, just walks up to you, cupping your pink cheeks—it was almost like she was waiting for your tears to fall.

when they inevitably did, she wiped them softly with her thumbs, an unreadable pout on her face the whole time.

she eventually grabs your head, pulling it into her chest, you let it fall onto her. you knew you would never get comfort like this again, since the new house was so far from your home.

she pulls your head out slowly, putting her thumbs over your lips, "i know you don't love him, more than anyone. but he's a good man, i think you should try with him. worst case scenario, you want to ask for a- um, more.. open relationship."

you giggle softly at that, nodding with a sad smile lingering on your face.

both sets of parents eventually head out, leaving you with the man you now had to call your husband.

you walk downstairs after a little while, only looking to get some water. "hey, wife." he snickers, tie loose on his neck.

"don't call me that." you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear.

"it's true? you're my wife now." he replies, getting up from his barstool by the island, walking over to you.

"no i'm not." you respond, soft tone, not in the mood to raise your voice.

"technically-"

"don't technically me, please. just- i think i need a few hours alone." you say firmly, putting your hand up.

"yknow what they say before you get married right? last few hours of freedom. you no longer have that." he sucks his teeth, smug smirk still there.

god, that smirk pissed you off.

you just rolled your eyes, glaring at him. 

"you do realize we're married, most wives aren't this hostile with their husbands." he starts, leaning against the counter.

"on paper. on paper we are married, but we are nothing more than roommates in my eyes." you state firmly, anger rising in your voice, etching your tone.

he throws his arms up, "fine fine. you aren't to good at being nice." he utters, glancing up at you.

"i'm nice to people who deserve it." you pause, running a hand across your countertop, "you, tetsurou kuroo, are not someone who deserves it." you declare, leaving to go upstairs.