A/N: Hey again! Whew, it's three in the morning over here and I'm glad I can finally get some shuteye once this is posted (I decided to follow through and post the installments for This is Our Story once a day, maybe even two if I'm lucky)! Thank you so much for reading my other two related stories, "My Nirvana" and "My Purgatory"! "My Purgatory" has especially been receiving quite a fair bit of attention, and I'm glad you're all taking the time to read my fanfics—it makes me very happy! Anyway, this is the third installment for "This is Our Story", a prequel to My Nirvana and "My Purgatory". This story, however, can act as a simple backstory to the Fujioka family. Before posting this I actually went back and re-editted "My Nirvana" and "My Purgatory". The following story for the miniseries is "Talk to Me", so get yourselves ready if you're in with This is Our Story! Well, here ya go!

Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori.

Fun fact: The This is Our Story miniseries was originally called You, Me and Her, referring to the Fujioka family, the miniseries's sole focus. This, however, has been changed, with You, Me and Her becoming this story's final chapter title instad.

The restaurant was full of customers, all of them seated around the conveyor belt displaying various types of sushi. Amongst the chatter sat Kotoko and Ryoji, having their own conversation as they snatched themselves some sushi. The brunette woman especially reached for the otooro that came around.

"You do know that you can't afford to pay for this, right?" asked Kotoko, eyeing her fiancé as she chewed on the tuna. Ryoji closed his eyes with a laid-back smile.

"How about you pay half, and I pay half?" offered Ryoji. Being a part-time worker at a liquor store didn't make him much pay to sustain his needs fully. But the restaurant they were in just had to be a perfect place for a date, in his opinion. Ryoji was already knee-deep in his troubles, after being disowned by his parents from an out-of-nowhere engagement with a woman six years his senior as of recent. Pleasing Kotoko was a more important matter, however.

Kotoko sighed. She pilfered some of Ryoji's sushi—especially all of the ootoro on his plate, because he knew she would gladly have it—and waved her chopsticks at him with a small smile.

"That's the price"—she referred to the ootoro by pointing at Ryoji's empty plate—"I'll pay."

Ryoji laughed at his fiancée.

"You really need to stop with your attachment to all that tuna." Kotoko raised a teasing brow.

"Oh? Is someone jealous?"

Ryoji's eyes widened as he looked at the woman beside him.

"Jealous?" echoed the nineteen-year-old, and Kotoko chuckled. "Why would I be jealous of a dish?"

"You are!" Kotoko teased with a boisterous laugh. Some of the surrounding customers turned their eyes towards the couple. The law student cleared her throat with a light blush. "Yes, you are. Definitely," she repeated in a calmer manner as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Ryoji scoffed.

"Like I'd be jealous of some food," he said. "And besides, shouldn't you be jealous? After all you know how much people I've looked at and been with in the past. Men or not."

The twenty-five-year-old woman's smile was kind and genuine; it certainly sped up Ryoji's heart.

"But you love me," she uttered, "and you know I love you too."

If there was one thing different compared to his previous relationships, it was the sense of warmth and belonging Ryoji felt every time he was near the chocolate-haired woman. Ryoji smiled as he stole a kiss from the unsuspecting woman's lips, causing a bright blush to erupt in her cheeks.

It also took more effort to form what they had. At first Kotoko found Ryoji to be somewhat annoying, but eventually it had moved on to respect and admiration the moment he saved her one night, and then love. Since that night Kotoko had also opened up to him a little more. Their friendship had grown to a point that it was comfortable enough to simply be themselves—at least that was how went with one party—and it blossomed very quickly. A month after Kotoko's shift in opinion did she really accept the marriage proposal that Ryoji had impulsively made that same night.

"Yeah, I know," he confirmed. "But eye your date more, all right? I don't want you eloping with all the ootoro Japan has to offer while I'm not looking."

Kotoko laughed.

"I got you."