Class Reunion... Class Reunion... Class Reunion...

Honestly, this was such a headache.

Zeming pinched his chin, staring at the suits laid out on the bed. Every piece was crafted by world-class tailors—golden treasures lying there, not cash but worth their weight in gold.

"I never even thought about stuff like this," he muttered.

He picked up one suit, examining its texture and style. Just imagining himself in it made him uneasy. After all, the most expensive thing in his closet was a limited-edition gaming T-shirt he’d splurged on at a convention. Compared to these, that "splurge" seemed laughable now.

Of course...

"Found anything suitable yet!?"

Eira, unusually energetic beside him, was already perfectly dressed and growing restless. Her cream vest accentuated her figure, paired with a pale yellow cropped jacket and a simple crystal necklace. She’d ditched her usual fancy dresses for jeans, giving her a cool, crisp look. That icy demeanor kept her far from "wife" stereotypes—and made her stunningly attractive.

"W-why are you staring? Pick something already!"

Eira blinked awkwardly under Zeming’s gaze.

"Nothing. I just think you looked cuter in that dress from our last date. But this suits your style too."

Normally, Eira would ignore such praise. But now, meeting Zeming’s sincere eyes, her fair face flushed crimson like boiling water, steam practically rising.

"Stop wasting time! Hurry up!!"

"Yeah, yeah... Why kick my butt!?"

Cornered, Zeming wrestled with choice paralysis. All these suits were Eira’s picks—her money, zero input from him.

If it were just him, he’d grab anything. But this was for Eira’s rescue mission. Better pick mid-range—decent but not flashy. Even if soon enough...

So tight. So hot. So uncomfortable.

"Isn’t this perfect?"

As Eira said, the mirror showed a transformed Zeming. The suit sharpened his messy hair into neat order. His spirit, energy, and dignity—long devoured by stray dogs—finally returned. Before him stood a handsome young man: sharp, tidy, with bright eyes freed from his bangs.

"Ready to go?"

"Hold on. One last thing."

Eira blocked him, tying a tie around his collar. In the dim room light, they stood close.

"...Mm."

"Don’t move. I’ll mess it up."

Watching her focused, upturned face, Zeming realized Eira wasn’t just cool—she was genuinely adorable. Her fumbling hands, the frustrated squint as she struggled with the knot—it was her first time, and that clumsy effort made him feel inexplicably happy.

"Is this... your first time?"

"Obviously. Stop wiggling!"

"It’s fine! Everyone’s a bit clumsy the first time. Mistakes happen. Just relax, or—"

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Yeah, exactly like that!"

Eira had yanked the tie hard, choking him.

"Your words are disgusting! I don’t want to hear them again!!"

"Yeah, yeah... Yank harder and I’ll never speak again!"

"One more word and I’ll make sure you never do. I promise."

Her narrowed eyes and pouting lips screamed irritation. Truth was: first-time tie-tying nerves, the unspoken tension between two virginal spouses, and sheer anxiety left no room for jokes.

"Done. How’s it look?"

After much fuss, Eira finished—poorly.

"Great. Beautiful. If I’d never seen a twisted rope in my life."

"You!!"

"Heh, just kidding. Don’t pull that knife."

The thirty-minute drive ended at their destination: the Sunny Skies Tower, glowing with neon signs and a lavish party venue. The parking lot gleamed with luxury cars—gold and diamonds on wheels. People streamed through the entrance.

If Zeming’s suit was mid-tier, he’d just dropped to bottom-tier.

"Eira, didn’t you say your classmates were all from Hero Academy? Why so rich?"

"Because being a Hero pays well."

What could Zeming even say to that?

They stepped out of the car. Before entering this battlefield, both sucked in sharp breaths. Their dread mirrored each other perfectly.

Staring at the terrifying scene, they felt the heavy pressure.

Please, let this not be too awful. It’s just a class reunion!!

Oh, and the real reason Eira insisted Zeming dress sharp? They weren’t alone.

"Daddy? Mommy? Are we really going in there today?"

Vivian, in shorts and a tiny T-shirt, slipped between them, grabbing both hands.

"Yeah. A terrifying battlefield."