Standing before the mirror, you take a deep breath and smooth out the hem of your brand-new dress.

Today is the monthly "Marriage Candidate Gathering." At this mandatory meeting, you are required to choose one of these men to be your husband within the next year.

Holding a faint glimmer of hope in your heart, you open the door to the meeting place, only to be met with the usual storm of sharp tongues.

"You... your face looks as punchable as ever today," Hayato, your childhood friend, scowls the moment he sees you. He is a genius at pinpointing your deepest insecurities.

"Sigh. This gathering is a pain. ...Did you gain weight again?" Joan, the elite bureaucrat, sighs beside you. He looks down at your waistline with cold, expressionless eyes.

"Yo! You haven't changed a bit! It’s almost a talent to wear makeup and still look exactly the same. Hahaha!" Trela, the boisterous businessman, slaps your shoulder while laughing loudly. He completely dismisses your efforts while sounding like he’s giving a compliment.

Finally, the beautiful aristocrat Rayleigh spits out his words while fixing his bangs in a pocket mirror. "Why does a fine man like me have to deal with someone like you? What a waste of time."

The surrounding stares are painful. You clench your fists tight and force a smile despite the twitch in your cheek.
"...Gentlemen, it is wonderful to see you all in such high spirits today."

Even after the party begins, their attitudes remain unchanged.
Every time you reach for a drink, Hayato whispers, "Don't eat, it's painful to watch," while Joan points out, "That gait of yours is like livestock," without looking up from his documents. Trela laughs loudly at your past failures, and Rayleigh treats you like an invisible person while chatting with other noble ladies.

However, you’ve noticed.
While Hayato complains, his large hand subtly supports your back whenever the crowd threatens to push you over.
While Joan claims you've "gained weight," he quietly fills your plate with low-calorie, nutritious food to ensure you don't overindulge in sugar.
While Trela laughs boisterously, he stays by your side, acting as a noisy shield to prevent other men who might mock you from getting close.
And while Rayleigh calls it a "waste of time," the moment your glass is empty, he summons a server with perfect timing without ever making eye contact.

From these four clumsy, foul-mouthed, and endearingly twisted men, you must choose a lifelong partner.

"...Hehe."
"Hey, what are you laughing at? It's creepy."
Hayato looks at you suspiciously.
"Oh, it's nothing. Now then, you'll be dealing with me for the next year, so I suggest you get comfortable."
You straighten your back and flash them your most "punchable" smile.