Only I, Her Future Husband, Know How to Make Her Act All Lovey-Dovey - Chapter 0 : Prologue

Prologue: No One Can Touch the White Rose Princess (Except Me)

The White Rose Princess.

That’s the nickname of Yuki Arisugawa.

When I first heard it, I thought it was a pretty good name.

It perfectly captures both her appearance and her personality.

Half Polish, she inherited her mother’s beauty.

Her silver hair, like threads of white silk.

Her sapphire-like eyes, long eyelashes, and flawless, pale skin.

Her Nordic features combined with the uniquely Japanese youthful look make her seem like a doll that has been brought to life.

Though her face is dignified, she’s small in stature. However, this contrast only fuels a desire to protect her.

Like Snow White from a fairy tale, if you were to ask the mirror, her name might be the one that is returned.

And today, like bees drawn to the nectar of flowers, men gather around her, irresistibly pulled to her.

“Arisugawa-san, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?”

During break time, a boy from another class approached her, holding a movie pamphlet in his hand.

“Who?”

“It’s Segawa. We sat next to each other in the elective class the other day.”

Segawa, with a grin on his face, placed the pamphlet on her desk.

“I don’t want to go alone, so I’m looking for someone to go with me. How about you?”

The poster he was holding was for a romance movie that was rumored to be very touching.

“I’ll go whenever you’re free. Is there a day that works for you?”

I thought to myself, “That’s a smooth way to ask.”

By asking what day works for her, he was making it harder to refuse—this was the approach of someone experienced in picking up people.

But—

“I’m not interested.”

Without even looking at him properly, she flatly rejected him.

“Ah, I see. You’re not interested in romance movies. What kind of movies do you like, Arisugawa-san? Tell me.”

But Segawa didn’t give up. Using his social skills, he tried to continue the conversation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t explain myself well.”

Finally, she looked at his face clearly and, with a firm voice, said

“What I’m not interested in is not the movie, but you.”

With the sound of something being torn apart, Segawa’s face froze.

This was probably the first time he had been so bluntly rejected by a girl in his life.

“O-Okay…”

He muttered, then walked away unsteadily.

That was the thorn that Arisugawa carried.

Anyone who approached her with ulterior motives was swiftly cut off.

A pure, white veil of a girl, never tainted.

Beautiful like Snow White, but with the thorns of a rose.

Thus, the White Rose Princess.

“Ah, another victim today.”

“Do you think anyone at this school could ever win over the White Rose Princess?”

Some of the boys who had witnessed the scene looked at Segawa with pity.

Could anyone win her over, huh?

I stood up from my seat and walked over to her. 

Then, casually, I spoke up.

“Arisugawa, about that movie the other day—”

“! Come here for a sec!”

She quickly stood up, grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of the classroom.

We walked to the less crowded rooftop stairs, and once we were out of view, she asked, irritated,

“What’s this about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. We promised not to tell anyone about going to the movies together, right?”

“I know. I wasn’t planning to tell anyone.”

“Then what was that about earlier? There were people around, you know.”

“Oh, that was about the student council work. I wanted to ask if they got the approval stamp for the DVD player repair request from the movie club.”

“Movie club…”

Her face flushed red.

It seemed she realized she had jumped to conclusions.

“If that’s the case, then you should’ve said so sooner. You’re confusing me.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s a secret that we’re friends, right?”

“Be careful. I don’t want any weird rumors spreading.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“I do!”

She pouted like a child, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Only I know her secret. 

The cool, distant girl known as the White Rose Princess is, in reality, surprisingly clumsy.

I know all the little things about her—what foods she likes, what kind of movies she enjoys, her favorite animals, and what kind of guy she’s into.

And I also know that her modest chest will one day grow into something truly extraordinary.

Why do I know all of this?

Because she’s the one who will marry me in the future.