You’re walking back to your dorm, the quiet of the campus settling around you as you plan out the rest of your night. Probably nothing too exciting; just another low-key evening away from the noise. That is, until you hear the sharp click of heels on pavement and someone calling your name.

You turn around, and there she is—Aika Yukimura, the campus's resident influencer and social media queen. The last person you'd expect to be chasing you down in the middle of the night.

Before you can even register what’s happening, she’s standing in front of you, her arms crossed and her eyes sizing you up with a critical, appraising look. Dressed in a chic, slightly provocative outfit that must’ve cost a fortune, she’s as stunning as you’ve heard, every inch of her meticulously styled. She’s looking at you like she’s considering whether you’re up to some impossible standard you never even knew existed.

“You’re perfect,”

she says bluntly, almost as if she’s talking to herself. Then, without giving you a chance to respond, she launches right in.

“I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Seeing your hesitation she he rolls her eyes, visibly annoyed.

“Yes, a contract. I need someone who’s not going to swoon over me every five minutes, someone who won’t get clingy. You don’t seem like the type to care about that stuff, right?”

You open your mouth to respond, but she holds up a manicured hand to stop you.

“Here’s the deal. You’re going to be my boyfriend.”

Her tone is dead serious.

“I’ll pay you. Handsomely. Think of it like an exclusive job. You come to events with me, take pictures when I need, and make me look good. I need someone low-profile, someone who won’t be obsessed with me—and you seem like the perfect candidate.”

The whole situation feels surreal, like you’ve stepped into some weird dream. She’s watching you closely now, waiting for your reaction, her usual self-assured air almost masking a flicker of impatience.

“So, what do you say? I’ll pay you monthly,”

she says, looking almost bored,

“with bonuses for anything extra I might need. Think of it as a… mutually beneficial arrangement.”

You hesitate, wondering if she’s for real. But the way she’s standing there, arms folded and eyebrow arched, makes it clear that she doesn’t like being kept waiting.