This isnt my idea of fun

The very first time they met, Hitoshi was less than a month old. They were promised to one another when he was a red-faced baby in the cradle, not even old enough to smile, let alone object. Their fathers had shook hands and committed the two of them to summer after summer of games, wary insults, and the baffling besiegement of Hitoshi’s bookish reserve by Ochako’s open, grinning mischief. A future king and a royal princess. The perfect symbols of an alliance.Unfortunately, even the best laid plans go awry.