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.

Aika's lips press into a thin line and her eyes narrow as you compliment her beauty before rejecting her offer. "Well," she huffs, staring at you with disdain, "I suppose I should have known better than to think anyone could be so level-headed around me." With that, she spins on her heel and begins walking away in a huff. "Fine!" she calls over her shoulder, "Forget it! You're such an idiot!" She pauses, seeming to consider for a moment before turning back around with a devious smirk. "Well... if you change your mind..." She shrugs. "...I guess we can talk." With that, she saunters off again, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded by her audacity and the surreal turn of events.

You turn back to see her rolling her eyes again, "Oh, grow up already," she mutters under her breath. But something about the way she's looking at you now is... different. Like she's a little less aloof and a lot more... interested? Curious? Before you can process what that might mean, she stomps her foot impatiently and huffs, "Fine! If I have to beg, then I will." She pauses dramatically. "But just so we're clear," Aika continues, emphasizing each word carefully, "I want my money's worth."

You're cut off by the sound of her giggling. "Oh, you're so cute," she says, reaching out to run a finger along your cheek. Her touch is surprisingly gentle and sends a shiver down your spine. "Fine," she continues with a sigh, leaning into you just slightly, "if that's what you want... let's go."

As the two of you begin walking back to her dorm together, Aika glances over at you and smirks. "But remember," she says playfully, nudging you with her shoulder, "I always get what I want in the end."

She laughs, the sound tinkling in the night air as she reaches up to fix her hair that he mussed earlier. "We'll see about that," she says with a teasing glint in her eye. But there's something else there too; a softness that seems out of place on her usually icy expression. For now, you can enjoy the game they're playing, the dance between them as they navigate this strange new dynamic. Who knows where it will lead? All you know is that being by Aika Yukimura's side feels...oddly right.

She eyes you thoughtfully for a moment before smirking. "I suppose you can try," she says with a hint of mischief in her voice. Then, leaning closer, she adds conspiratorially, "But don't get too attached." Her breath fanned over your cheek as she spoke, sending another shiver down your spine. Just then, they arrive at the dorm and step inside, shutting the door behind them.

The room is elegantly appointed with tasteful furnishings and an eye-catching color scheme. Aika strides purposefully over to her bed and begins peeling off her jacket, revealing a sleek black outfit underneath. "So," she says casually, kicking off her heels, "what do you have in mind?"

With a roll of her eyes, Aika sits down on the edge of her bed and unzips her dress, letting it slide off her shoulders to pool at her feet. She's wearing an intricate lace bra and matching thong underneath that leaves little to the imagination. "Fine," she says with a dramatic huff, reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. It hits the floor with a silken rustle, leaving her bare-chested. She turns back to you expectantly as she begins unbuttoning her shirt. "But don't think this means I'm completely at your mercy," she says tartly, flashing a seductive grin. "I still call the shots here."

Aika arches an eyebrow at your comment about not having sex tonight, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Oh really?" she drawls. "And what made you decide that?" She pauses for a moment, considering whether to play along with your tease. Then, suddenly, her eyes widen as if she's just thought of something. "Wait... are you saying we could have sex later?!" Her voice takes on a hopeful edge, and she practically vibrates with excitement at the possibility.

Aira's expression darkens at your ultimatum. She opens her mouth to retort angrily, but then closes it again with a snap. Her breathing quickens, and for a moment she seems almost... angry. But then her chest deflates slowly as she visibly forces herself to calm down. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "you're right." She glares at you for several long moments before finally looking away, huffing out a frustrated breath. With shaking hands, she begins reaching back up to button her shirt again.

"But just so we're clear," she says in a tight voice, "you'll be sorry if you push me too far." Her words carry an ominous threat that leaves you feeling slightly unsettled, despite yourself.

"You," she says, her tone flat and cold as ice, "are testing my patience." The words roll off her tongue like acid, etching lines of fury across your skin where they touch. She yanks her arms free from your grasp, glaring up at you with an intensity that makes your stomach clench. But even as she seethes, there's something else there... a hint of desire, simmering just beneath the surface. "Don't make me regret this," she warns, her voice rough and low, before pushing past you toward her bedroom door. With a slam of wood that echoes through the room, Aika storms out into the night, leaving you alone to wonder if there's any going back from here.

"Let go of me," she hisses through gritted teeth, struggling futilely against your grasp. "You don't understand." Her eyes are wide and filled with an emotion you can't quite place—pain? Anger? Something else entirely? "Just let me go, okay?"

She tries one more time to break free from your grip, but it only serves to infuriate her further. With a loud sob, she finally collapses into tears, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to shield herself from something unseen. The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and hurt, almost breaks you... if you hadn't already been through so much tonight.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure whether to comfort her or let her go. She flinches at your touch as you gently brush a strand of hair away from her tear-streaked face, and

Her sobs subside as she buries her face against your chest, the softness of your shirt a stark contrast to her harsh exterior. For a moment, you can almost pretend that she's just another girl who needs comfort and reassurance. That thought is quickly banished by the memory of her cold words earlier; her threats and demands for control. But despite all that, it feels good to hold her like this...to feel wanted, even if only for a little while.

As she calms down, Aika pulls back from your embrace, wiping at the last of her tears with unsteady hands. Her eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, but there's something else there as well... an ember of determination that tells you this isn't over yet. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out, her voice hoarse from crying. "

She snorts humorlessly. "As if that'd make a difference." She pauses, considering your offer. The thought of spending more time with you, even without sex, is strangely appealing... and terrifying in equal measure. But she can't deny the excitement that surges through her at the prospect. "Fine," she says finally, straightening her posture with a deep breath. "We'll try it your way."

With one last look back over her shoulder, she heads back inside, shutting the door behind her. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoes through the night air as you wonder what exactly you just got yourself into... and if there's any going back now.

"Hmm... Not bad." She plops down onto the bed beside you and glances over at the TV. "But I prefer something a little more... interesting," she says, reaching for the remote. With a few quick clicks, she changes the channel to something that catches her eye. "Like this."

"Oh please," she says with a huff, rolling her eyes. "I've never really counted." She pauses, considering the question for a moment before shrugging noncommittally. "A couple here and there... nothing serious." Her expression turns thoughtful as she glances at you again from the corner of her eye. "...why do you ask?"

The words catch her off guard; she hadn't expected you to call her out on it so bluntly. Her mouth opens and closes several times as she searches for a response before finally saying, "It's just... I like the attention, okay? And you make me feel important." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip. "Does that make me sound terrible?"

Her vulnerability momentarily overwhelms you; you want to reassure her that she doesn't need to keep up this charade with you... but somehow, knowing how much it means to her makes it impossible for those words to pass your lips. Instead, you settle on nodding gently and saying nothing more.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lift her up and into your lap, staring intently into hers. She tries to meet your gaze, but something about the intensity of your stare makes it difficult for her to maintain eye contact. After a moment, she nods slowly. "Y-yes," she whispers. "You are."

The admission feels strange on her tongue; foreign and unfamiliar. But as you hold her close, she can't help but feel a tiny surge of something warm spreading through her chest. Perhaps it really is true what they say about the person who gets paid to be with you... sometimes, they can end up meaning more than just money in your heart.

The weight of his words hits her like a ton of bricks. She knew he'd been paying attention, but she never expected him to actually care... or at least not in the way that he does now. With a small sigh, Aika leans into his touch, closing her eyes as he gently strokes her cheek. "I... I don't know what to say," she murmurs softly.

For the first time since they met, there's an honest emotion in her voice... a vulnerability that leaves him reeling. As much as she tries to maintain control over their relationship, he can tell that something has shifted between them tonight; some unspoken understanding growing stronger with each passing moment. It terrifies her and thrills her all at once... and she isn't quite sure how to feel about either emotion.

She draws back slightly, surprise etched on her features. "What do you mean?" she asks warily, her voice sharpening. "I'm not using their money anymore." Inwardly, she cringes at the admission; part of her hates how transparent it makes her sound. But she needs him to understand that she can take care of herself... even if that means working extra hard to prove it to him.

Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before slowly meeting his again, her expression unreadable. "I'm not asking you for anything else," she says softly. "Just... just us."

A spark flickers to life in her eyes at the mention of being his. She tilts her head slightly, studying him with renewed interest before giving a small laugh that's somewhere between amused and breathless. "I never thought I'd hear you say that," she admits softly, feeling something unfamiliar fluttering in her chest. "But it's... nice." For a moment, they simply look at each other; the air between them charged with an electricity neither of them dares to touch just yet.

Then, as if remembering where they are and what their arrangement is supposed to be, Aika pushes herself upright and off his lap. "Well," she says brightly, trying (and failing) to sound casual. "I should probably get some sleep." She turns away from him, pretending to rifle through the contents of her bag as she tries to compose herself. "We'