Act 1- Marry me , Gojo -kun?

“Women are impossible. I don’t understand them at all.”

Gojo sighed. Tall, white hair, blue eyes, bandages on his arm. Peak teenage drama.

And then—

A soft breeze. A small cloud drifted down like it took a wrong turn out of heaven.

A girl stood on it.

White kimono. Long black hair. Dark eyes and a shy smile.

“Are you Gojo-kun?” she asked.

Gojo nodded before his brain caught up.

“Then please marry me, Gojo-kun.”

“…Huh?”

His soul left his body.

---

Gojo House — Living Room

Gojo sat on the sofa, trying not to explode.

“So what are you? And what was that stunt in the middle of the road?” he snapped.

“S-sorry, Gojo-kun… I just wanted to—”

“Hey now,” his dad said calmly, adjusting his glasses. “She’s our guest. Don’t be rude.”

“But Dad—”

“No.”

Gojo groaned.

His dad turned to the girl. “So, who are you?”

She bowed politely. “I am Hiyori. Hiyori Fuyama. And I am… a snow fairy.”

Gojo blinked. “…A what now?”

She nodded. “A snow fairy. Just like Keiko-sama.”

“Mom? What?! Dad?!”

Gojo stared at his father.

His dad rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… your mother saved me in the mountains once. I fell in love instantly. We got married the next day. I… didn’t know she was a snow fairy. She was gorgeous. White hair. Charming eyes. Who cares if she was supernatural?”

He smiled softly. “She was, and always will be, my special woman.”

Gojo thought, I definitely did not ask for this.

Hiyori added, “Keiko-sama was the strongest snow fairy. But she passed away.”

Then she looked at Gojo’s dad and bowed again. “And I’m here to marry Gojo-kun. Please bless us, Father.”

Gojo shot up. “Stop! Why me? Why marry a total stranger?!”

Hiyori pointed at Gojo’s dad. “Did you know Keiko-sama before you met her?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

“Exactly. A girl meets a stranger boy, love grows later.”

Gojo’s dad nodded. “She’s got a point.”

“Stop supporting her! Don’t call him father!”

His dad sighed. “I always wanted a kind daughter. Let me enjoy this.”

“Of course, Father!” Hiyori beamed. “My husband’s father is my father too.”

“See? She’s perfect.”

“DAD.”

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Gojo massaged his temples. “Just tell me why it has to be me.”

Hiyori lowered her gaze. “Because you’re special. Our village only has women. No men. We’re vanishing. The elders ordered us to find you. To bring you home… or bear your child.”

Gojo nearly fainted.

“As many as you want,” she added seriously.

“I don’t want ANY!”

“So you do want to do those things with me?”

“What?! No!!”

She looked flustered. “I—I only want to do that with my husband…”

Gojo pointed at the door. “Get out.”

His dad sighed. “Gojo, be polite. She came a long way.”

“I’m not marrying someone I don’t love!”

He stormed out.

Hiyori stared at the floor. Not because of rejection—because she didn’t know if she loved him… or if she was just obeying orders.

Gojo’s dad rested a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t be sad. He’s just bad at showing feelings. He got the face from his mother and the stupidity from me.”

Hiyori laughed weakly. “Why do you want me to fall in love with him so much?”

His smile softened. “Because everyone deserves someone who stands beside them. Someone to hold their hand. Someone precious.”

She blinked. “But Gojo-kun doesn’t want to marry.”

“He’ll figure it out. I chased Keiko more than a hundred times before she accepted me.”

“H-hundred times?!”

“Persistence, my girl. It pays off.”

He looked at his wife’s photo. “Those short moments with her are still my treasure.”

Hiyori stood and bowed. “Thank you… Father. I’ll make Gojo-kun fall in love with me. I’ll bring him back.”

She stepped onto her cloud spirit, Tsukushi.

“Keiko-sama was lucky to have you.”

As she flew out the window, he whispered,

“No… I was the lucky one.”

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Night — City Streets

Tsukushi glided over the rooftops.

“There! Gojo-kun!”

Gojo was parking his bicycle at a convenience store. He looked up just in time to see Hiyori land right in front of him, almost decapitating him with her cloud.

“I found you!”

“What are you doing out here in a kimono at night? People will think you’re a ghost from a traffic accident. Get lost.”

He walked away.

“Gojo—”

Two delinquents stopped her.

“Ooh, cute girl.”

“Why the kimono, babe? Want to hang out?”

“Let’s play all night.”

She froze.

Before she could reply, a bicycle smacked one guy straight in the face.

Gojo stood behind it.

“Talk like that and you’ll stay single forever, you scums.”

Hiyori gasped. “Gojo-kun…”

The other delinquent clenched his fist. “You little—”

Gojo stared him down with a cold, flat glare.

“Leave. Trash.”

The man bolted.

Gojo turned to Hiyori. “Get on.”

She sat on the back of his bike clutching his shirt. Her voice was shaky.

“It was scary, right?” he said quietly.

She sniffed and nodded.

“Don’t worry. I’m here.”

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He took her to an old shrine in the mountains. Up the stairs, through the forest, past branches smacking them in the face.

“Wait here,” he said abruptly.

She thought he’d abandoned her. But he came back.

“Close your eyes.”

“H-huh?”

“Just do it. I won’t let you fall.”

She closed them. He guided her gently.

Then—

“Open.”

She opened her eyes.

A sky full of stars. So bright it looked unreal.

Her breath caught.

Gojo smiled faintly. “My mom loved this place. She said the sky can wash away any sadness.”

He sat beside her. “She said I’m supposed to have some great power. But I fail at everything. Maybe that’s why I don’t let people get close.”

Hiyori shook her head. “You’re not selfish.”

She brushed his hair gently.

“I’m a failure too. A weak snow fairy. Wrong hair color. Barely any magic. A disgrace. They ordered me to bring you home and I couldn’t even do that…”

Her eyes lowered. “I wanted someone to hear me. My fears. My joy. My pain. That’s why I spoke to you.”

She looked into his eyes.

“You want someone to rely on too, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

“So rely on me,” she whispered. “I’ll stay by your side. Always.”

His voice shook. “Why… why say that?”

She smiled softly.

“Because I love you, Gojo-kun.”

For the first time, he didn’t look at the stars. He looked at her.

Beautiful, he thought.

He stood up, clearing his throat.

“Let’s go home.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t know anyone here. You don’t have anywhere to stay. So… come to my place.”

She blinked in surprise.

Then she smiled.

“Yes. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“Don’t say i

t like that.”

“Okay,” she giggled.

“Stop laughing.”

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And so their story begins.

A snow fairy who thinks she’s a failure.

A half-human boy who thinks he’s nothing special.

A little chaos. A little sweetness. A lot of trouble.

And yes… eventually a harem.