I Thought I Could Have Sex with Marshmallow and Became Aquaman Ten Years Later

My little tamer and future marriage partner is a marshmallow with an insincere smile. He is 15 years old and an all-around genius with a good-looking face. I am 15 years old, a mediocre person with nothing good except my face. We didn't make it in the end. He was violently suppressed by the old mafia in Italy and became a prisoner. He and his allied families collapsed completely. My parents who reacted quickly rushed me to the Japanese branch to avoid the limelight. Just when I had nothing to do and was about to do something to kill time, a large number of people who claimed to have memories of ten years later came to the door and insisted that they were my future boyfriend. I looked at the port diamond powder/Vongola Rainbow Troops/winery adulterated wine/barbarian vagrants/and fell into deep thought. Although, I actually understand the truth. But can my future boyfriend be someone who doesn't mess around? ... That marshmallow essence over there, don't think you can get away with it by setting up a shell company! ! ! Intention: None