It’s been a few days since I agreed to be Makiri-sensei’s fake boyfriend so her dad would finally get off her case about marriage. Today’s the dreaded day—we’re headed to her father’s house. It goes without saying that I’m super freakin’ nervous right now.
She picks me up in her car, and we’re on our way. While she’s driving, she glances at me a few times.
“Maybe it’s too late to comment on it, but I don’t know if your clothes were the best choice for today, after all,” she grumbles.
“What do you mean? You chose these.”
I’m dressed up in a sharp-looking suit and a crisp, white shirt. I look exactly like your typical businessman, minus the tie.
“I know. I thought that it would make the best first impression with my father. Casual clothes wouldn’t have been any better, I think, but stil
