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.

Her expression softens slightly as she takes a step closer to you, studying your face intently. "Five thousand a month," she says, her tone cool and businesslike. "Plus bonuses for anything special that I might need." She tilts her head, considering. "And of course, there's always room for negotiation."

She pauses, waiting to see if you have any other questions or concerns before continuing. "But just so we're clear," she says in a warning tone, "I don't want anyone else knowing about this arrangement. It needs to stay private."

She raises an eyebrow at your questions, regarding you suspiciously. "Of course you'll stay in your dorm," she says after a moment of consideration. "It wouldn't do for my 'boyfriend' to be living with me, now would it?" She pauses, as if debating something in her head. "And yes, this arrangement will remain private. You don't need to worry about anyone else finding out."

There's a strange look on her face now, almost like she's trying to gauge your reaction to the news that you won't be living together. It feels a little unsettling, but before you can say anything more, she cuts in with another question of her own: "So, do we have a deal?"

A look of amusement crosses her face as she smirks at your use of the term "babe." She takes out her phone and hands you a business card with her personal information on it. "Here's my number, in case we need to discuss anything further. I trust you won't disappoint me, Daniel." The words come out smoothly, like she's used to giving orders rather than making requests. "Oh, and one more thing..." Her voice trails off, as if considering whether or not she should say something else.

"You can start by calling me Aika," she finishes, with a small shrug that seems almost bashful for someone of her stature. "It's only fair since we're... in this together now."

Aika arches an eyebrow at your apology before giving you a polite nod. "Very well, Daniel," she says coolly. "I'll expect to hear from you soon." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you standing there with her business card in hand and an odd mixture of surprise, disbelief, and excitement running through your veins.

A notification lights up her screen, informing her that she has received a text from you. Aika feels a small thrill at the knowledge that she's managed to recruit someone as attractive and dependable as you for this arrangement. Without giving it much thought, she responds with a quick, business-like message: "Thank you for your prompt reply, Daniel. This will be an excellent partnership. I look forward to working together." She saves your number in her contacts under "Daniel (BFF)" - surprising even herself with the use of the term BFF. Perhaps there's more to this arrangement than she initially thought...

"Hmm," Aika muses to herself, noticing the change in your contact name immediately upon checking her phone again. It's strange, but somehow amusing that you would think of them as such... She decides against saying anything about it for now, preferring instead to focus on her work and keeping up this new relationship. After all, appearances must be maintained at all costs.

With a determined smile, she picks up her phone once more, scrolling through social media and planning out her next post. The added bonus of having you around as both an escort and photographer for events will make things so much easier - not to mention keeping the rumors about her "real" life at bay. She can't help but feel a small thrill at the thought of spending time with someone like you... even if it is just for show.

"I thought we could start with some shopping," Aika suggests, eyeing you up and down appreciatively. "I have a few outfits in mind that would look amazing on you. Afterward, we can grab lunch at that new sushi place everyone's been raving about." She pauses, considering. "You don't mind, do you?" Her tone is light and teasing, as if she knows full well that you won't have a choice in the matter.

"Wonderful," she says with a satisfied smile, slipping her arm through yours as you head toward the mall. "Just remember to keep up the act, alright? No acting too eager or smitten - that's my job." Her voice is playfully stern, as if reminding you of your place in this arrangement. As the day progresses, Aika plays the part of the demanding influencer perfectly, fussing over every detail and making sure that everything revolves around her. However, she can't help but notice how well you handle it all - and how handsome you look by her side. There's something about having someone as attractive and attentive as you there to support her that makes the charade feel less like a chore and more like a game they both can win.

As you guide her through the crowded mall, Aika's fingers idly flick through Instagram on her phone, carefully curating content for her followers. She tosses out pieces of advice here and there, telling you exactly how she wants each photo to look before it's even been taken. You seem to be handling the critique rather well; in fact, your attention to detail only seems to impress her further. It's clear that this arrangement will prove mutually beneficial indeed.

When it comes time for lunch, Aika insists on being seated at the sushi bar where she can watch the chef prepare her food. As you stand nearby, order drinks and interact with waitstaff, she can't help but notice how natural it feels having someone like you by her side, taking care of these kinds of tasks for her. It's almost... comforting.

As they eat, Aika takes photos of their meal and each other, carefully angling plates and adjusting settings until everything looks perfect. Even though she knows this is all just an act, it feels good to have someone who genuinely cares about making her look good in her corner. And as the day wears on and they spend more time together, a small part of Aika wonders if maybe there's something more to this arrangement...

"So," she begins casually between bites of sushi, "tell me something about yourself." Her tone is light and curious, as if she genuinely wants to know more about you. She pauses for a moment, considering. "Like, what do you like to do when you're not working or taking pictures of me?"

Her eyes dart back up to meet yours expectantly, her expression almost shy as she waits for your reply. It's a side of Aika that few people ever get to see - and one that makes you wonder what else might be hiding beneath the surface.

Aika's eyes widen slightly in surprise before she quickly recovers with a polite nod and an interested smile. "Oh, really?" She says, her voice light and almost teasing as if she can't believe that such a sophisticated person like herself would be into something so... normal.

"Do you have any favorite games or teams? I might know someone who could get us some insider information," she adds casually, already formulating ways to further their relationship beyond the fake boyfriend/girlfriend dynamic. After all, it's always good to have connections in different circles, right?

Aika listens intently to your answer, her expression giving away nothing of what she's thinking beneath the carefully maintained veneer of indifference. "McLearn, hm? They've had quite a few ups and downs lately," she comments, frowning slightly as if the thought actually bothers her. But then again, that might just be an act.

"Well, I guess we'll have to see how they fare this season. It would be nice to see them back on top," she continues with a shrug, her tone dismissive but somehow not quite convincing. "In the meantime, why don't you tell me more about these friends of yours who like playing video games? Are they all into it as much as you are?"

Her eyes gleam slightly as she waits for your reply, a new idea beginning to form in the back of her mind. Perhaps there's potential for some cross-promotion or brand partnerships with these gamer friends of yours...

"Well, it's certainly an interesting hobby," Aika says with a smile that somehow manages to convey both amusement and curiosity at the same time. "I never quite understood the appeal myself, but I guess everyone has their own niche these days." She pauses for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she considers your friends' hobbies further.

"Do you think they'd ever be interested in collaborating on something together?" she asks casually, almost as if the idea had just occurred to her out of nowhere. "Perhaps we could organize some sort of sponsored event or contest between them? I'm sure it would get a lot of attention online, and who knows, maybe even lead to some new opportunities for all of you."

Her eyes flick up to meet yours expectantly, her expression somehow both hopeful and determined at the same time. The idea clearly has merit, but whether or not it's something that interests you is another matter entirely.

"It's understandable to feel nervous about asking your friends such a big favor," Aika says with empathy, "but think about it this way - what do they say you're good at? What are your strengths?" She pauses for a moment before adding, "Because if anyone can pull something like this off, I think it would be someone like you."

Her tone is warm and encouraging, almost as if she believes in you more than you believe in yourself. The compliment takes you by surprise, making your heart race with an unfamiliar mixture of gratitude and excitement. Perhaps there really is something to this arrangement after all...

"Of course," she says with a small smile, squeezing your hand briefly in return. "Take all the time you need to consider it. But just remember, I'm here for you if you ever want someone to bounce ideas off of or talk through your concerns." Her gaze holds yours meaningfully as she speaks, and despite her seemingly cool demeanor, there's a genuine warmth in her expression that makes it clear she cares about what you decide.

"It's really nothing," Aika says, her tone light and dismissive as if to play down the importance of her offer. But the truth is, she does care about your well-being - more than she'd ever admit aloud. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to have a relationship with someone who truly understood and appreciated her for who she is... But for now, she focuses on the task at hand: maintaining their business arrangement while keeping your emotions in check. It won't be easy, but Aika's never shied away from a challenge before.

Aika glances down at where your fingers are entwined with hers, a faint blush tinting her cheeks as she realizes the implications of your touch. She decides against drawing attention to it, instead sliding her hand back onto the table casually and fixing you with a steady gaze. "There's no need to apologize," she says quietly, forcing a light tone into her voice. "It was just a misunderstanding."

She pauses for a moment before adding, "As for what we should do now... how about we finish our lunch and then head back to my place? I've got some ideas for photoshoots there that I'd love to try with you." Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she says this, revealing a glimpse of the genuine excitement and curiosity she feels towards working with you.

It's up to you whether or not you want to play along with her suggestion...

"Excellent," Aika replies with a pleased smile. "Let me just pay the check and we can be on our way." She watches you surreptitiously as she picks up her purse, debating whether or not to say anything else about your earlier display of emotion but deciding against it for now. There's still plenty of time to figure out what this all means... if anything at all.

With a polite nod to the waitstaff, she slips out of her seat and heads towards the register, her body language confident and in control once more. When she turns back around, you can't help but wonder how much of it is an act, and how much might actually be genuine.

"Daniel," she says your name softly, her expression carefully composed as if she's trying not to reveal too much. "There's no need for apologies. It's understandable that you might be feeling overwhelmed or uncertain at times, and I appreciate your honesty." She reaches out a hand to touch yours reassuringly, though not in a way that seems overly intimate.

"As for making me happy," she continues, her voice low and measured, "I think we're doing a pretty good job of that so far. You make my life easier by being here, and that means a lot to me." There's a hint of vulnerability in her words, but it's fleeting. Aika knows how important it is to maintain control over her emotions when she's playing this game.

"Just focus on yourself, okay? We'll work through this together," she says with a small smile before turning her attention back to the door and leading you into her apartment.

"It's alright," Aika says softly as she hands you a tissue from the kitchen counter, not even looking in your direction. "Here, blow your nose and wash your face if you need to." Her tone is gentle but distant, as if dealing with your emotions doesn't really fall within her job description.

She busies herself unpacking groceries and setting up a makeshift studio in the living room, not paying any attention to you other than to occasionally issue instructions or correct your movements. It's clear that her priority right now is maintaining her image and staying focused on work.

"No," she says absently as she continues to unpack the items. "Just make sure everything goes into the right place and nothing gets spoiled. Is there anything you need help with?" She glances over at you, her expression briefly softening before returning to its previous impassive mask.

"Oh, right," she says with a flicker of surprise in her voice. "I was going to cook it tonight actually. We could maybe grill some steaks if you'd like?" She pauses, considering. "Or I have some pasta sauce that would go perfectly with those fresh vegetables... whatever sounds good to you."

Her gaze meets yours briefly before returning to the countertop, her expression once again businesslike and composed. There's a fleeting hint of warmth there, almost like she genuinely wants your input on dinner choices... but it's gone just as quickly.

"Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, tapping her chin as if considering all the options. "I suppose we could grill some steaks then. And maybe save some of those vegetables for later this week? How does that sound?" Her tone is light and conversational, almost as if they're discussing plans with a friend rather than going over mundane grocery tasks.

She glances at you briefly before returning her attention to the countertop, busying herself with the rest of the unpacking. The hint of warmth that flashed earlier seems to have vanished again, replaced by her usual composed demeanor.

Aika smiles thinly at your words, her expression once again cool and collected. "We'll make quite the team indeed," she agrees before turning back to the task at hand. As she straightens a pile of photographs on her coffee table, she can't help but wonder if there really is something more between them... or if it's all just an act.

She glances up at you, her expression somewhat surprised but not entirely unreceptive. "What is it?" she asks softly, carefully tilting her head to the side as if curious about your intentions. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh, um... it's fine," she says with a small smile, feeling slightly self-conscious about her nearness to you. "I was just about to set up my camera and get started on some shots for tonight. Do you want to help me?" Her tone is light and nonchalant, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity in her words as she watches you for your reaction.

"Oh, just some fashion shots," she replies with a small laugh, gesturing to the outfit she's wearing - a form-fitting white dress that accentuates her curves and showcases her long, toned legs. "Though I might need you to move some of those magazines over there first..." She points at a nearby coffee table stacked high with glossy periodicals, her voice light but commanding nonetheless.

As she waits for you to reposition the magazines, Aika continues to assemble her equipment, carefully choosing each piece based on the desired effect for each shot. It's a delicate balance between artistry and practicality, and she thrives off the control it gives her over the final product.

Once everything is set up just so, she glances back at you expectantly, her gaze assessing as it lands on your hands. "Are your hands still cold? You should probably put on some gloves if they are... don't want them to look red in the photos, now do we?" Her tone teeters between casual and critical, almost playfully challenging you to be perfect in her eyes.

"Oh, honey," she says with a small laugh, "I don't mean because you're flustered. I meant your hands looking red from being cold." Her tone is gentle but firm, almost as if she's used to explaining such things to people who aren't quite as well-versed in the world of modeling and photography.

With a nod toward a nearby table, she says, "There should be some gloves or warm-up mittens around here somewhere... could you go grab them for me? They're probably in one of those drawers over there." Her expression is once again focused on her camera as she adjusts the settings.

As you busy yourself searching for the requested items, Aika continues to prepare the shoot, carefully selecting each pose and angle with practiced ease. The act of creating something beautiful through photography is both thrilling and empowering for her, and she relishes in every moment behind the lens.

"Thanks," she murmurs absently, not taking her eyes off the camera as you hand her the gloves and mittens. She doesn't seem to notice your hesitation or discomfort in being near her while she works. "Here," she says, tossing one of each item back toward you. "You might want those."

Her focus remains on setting up the perfect shot, carefully adjusting the lighting and position of various props until everything is exactly how she envisioned it in her head. The intensity in her expression betrays the calm exterior; Aika isn't just taking photographs here - she's creating art.

With another flick of her wrist, she moves a stray lock of hair out of your face and back behind your ear. Her touch is light and feather-soft, but there's something possessive in the gesture that makes your heart race. "There," she says with a smile. "Much better."

She focuses once again on her camera, composing yet another shot. As she snaps the photo, you can't help but feel like she's captured more than just your image; somehow, she's managed to immortalize the way you make her feel as well.

As the shoot progresses, Aika finds herself becoming increasingly aware of your presence beside her. Your support and encouragement have made a world of difference in not only how she feels about posing but also in her own self-confidence as an artist. The way you make her laugh and the genuine interest you show in each shot draws her to you more than anything else.

She catches your eye during a particularly successful pose, holding the gaze for just a moment longer than necessary before looking away quickly. The blush that rises to her cheeks is unmistakable evidence of something deeper growing between them, and despite her best efforts to keep things professional, she can't help but feel a stirring in her heart each time she looks at you.

Her heart skips a beat as you ask to keep that particular photo. She knows which one it is; the one where she's truly laughing and glowing with happiness. It means more to her than anything else, and the fact that you want it too... well, it almost takes her breath away. "You can have it," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you really want it." Her eyes meet yours, unguarded for once as she waits for your reaction.

She smiles warmly at your words, her heart racing as she tries to process the emotions swirling inside her chest. The air between them feels charged with something intangible and unexpected, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I had fun shooting those photos with you."

As the silence stretches between them, Aika wonders if this is the moment to admit how she really feels about you... or if it's better left as just a harmless flirtation. The uncertainty weighs heavily on her shoulders, making it difficult to know what comes next.

Her heart flutters wildly as you confess your feelings, the words like a blow to her chest. It's both exhilarating and terrifying to know that someone cares for her in such a way; she's never been one to let people get close enough to truly see the real her.

Torn between her desire to keep you in her life and her fear of losing control, Aika takes a deep breath before responding. "I... I don't know," she says honestly, her voice shaking slightly. "I've never felt this way about someone before. It scares me."

She looks away for a moment, gathering her thoughts as she struggles to come to terms with the emotions churning within her. Finally, she turns back to you and offers a tentative smile. "But I don't want to lose you either. So... let's see where this goes?"

Her words are filled with hope and uncertainty, leaving the fate of their relationship hanging in the balance. It's an unfamiliar place for her, but somehow, she doesn't mind being here with you.

Her heart skips a beat as you hug her tightly, the warmth of your embrace sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes widen in surprise before drifting shut, revealing the desire she feels for you burning bright within them. As you hold her, Aika can't help but wonder where this newfound connection will lead them both. She returns the hug, her hands tentatively running up and down your back as if trying to memorize every inch of your skin.

When you finally release her, she opens her eyes, meeting yours once more. There's a question there, an uncertainty that mirrors her own feelings. For now, she'll take comfort in the knowledge that they're navigating this together... even if neither of them quite knows where the path will lead.

She flushes at your compliment, her cheeks reddening as she ducks her head shyly. "Thank you," she whispers, unsure of how else to respond. This newfound vulnerability is both thrilling and unnerving; with each passing moment, it becomes harder for her to maintain the cool, composed exterior that has served her so well in the past.

As they stand there together, locked in an intimate gaze, Aika wonders if maybe letting someone in was the right choice after all... even if it's scary and uncertain. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

She returns your warm smile with one of her own, finding comfort in the connection they share at that moment. Despite the uncertainty that still lingers between them, there's a newfound sense of hope and possibility that fills her heart to overflowing. It feels good to be wanted, to be desired... and for once, she doesn't mind being vulnerable enough to let someone see the real her.

Her heart skips a beat as you confess your feelings, the words tumbling out with an intensity that leaves her breathless. The way you look at her, the desire in your eyes... it's intoxicating, making it impossible for her to resist the urge to reciprocate. With a trembling hand, she reaches up and gently touches your cheek before leaning in ever-so-slightly.

The air between them shifts as their lips meet, soft and hesitant at first but growing bolder with each passing second. Her hands find purchase on your shoulders, holding you steady as they explore the shape and contours of each other's mouths. It feels so good to finally let go, to give in to the emotions that have been building up inside her for far too long.

As their kiss deepens, she loses herself in the sensation of being truly wanted and desired... and for once, it doesn't matter who is paying attention or what anyone else might think. This moment, with him, feels like home.

Her fingers curl into your shirt as she feels the strength of your embrace, pressing their bodies even closer together. The kiss grows hotter, more urgent, as if they're trying to consume each other whole. She moans softly against your lips, her entire body responding to the desire that surges through her veins at every point of contact.

With a small gasp, she pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes once more, her pupils blown wide with passion and longing. "Daniel," she whispers, her voice raspy from exertion and emotion. "I've never felt like this before..." She trails off, searching for the words to express how you make her feel.

Her heart races as you admit the same thing, your words sending a shiver down her spine. She leans in, pressing their lips together again, more urgently this time. Her hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer still. This feeling is addictive, overwhelming, and she doesn't want it to end anytime soon. As they kiss, she lets herself get lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired in a way that she never has before. With every passing second, her attachment to you grows stronger, making her wish that this moment could last forever.

As they fall onto the couch together, their passion grows even more intense. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails scoring lightly over muscle as she arches her back to deepen the contact between them. The weight of her body presses against yours, her hips grinding against yours in a primal dance that sends shivers down both their spines.

Her kisses trail down your neck, nipping at your skin before returning to claim your lips once more. As she lost herself in this newfound passion, she can't help but wonder how far they'll go tonight... and if there might be a future for them beyond just this moment.

Her breath catches as you kiss her neck and shoulder, the gentle caresses sending shivers down her spine. She arches into your touch, inviting more as she feels herself growing increasingly aroused by your attention. As you continue to explore her body in this way, Aika wonders how far she's willing to go with you tonight and what sort of boundaries they should set. The thrill of the unknown mixes with the comfort she finds in your embrace, making it difficult for her to think clearly about anything other than wanting more.

Her breath comes faster as she opens her lips and allows your tongue to dance with hers. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as she feels herself being swept away by the passion between you. She moans softly into your mouth, unable to suppress the sounds of pleasure that escape her throat. With one hand, she explores your chest, finding the edge of your shirt and tugging gently at the fabric before moving lower, dipping beneath your shirt to feel skin on skin.

As she moves against you, lost in the heat of the moment, Aika realizes that there's no going back from this. She's all-in with Daniel, willing to explore every new sensation and boundary as they come. For now, she lets herself be consumed by the heady rush of desire coursing through her veins... and prays that it lasts for as long as possible.