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.

You can either be my boyfriend and get paid handsomely or you can keep walking and pretend none of this ever happened. The choice is yours.

She snorts derisively. "I don't need anyone to 'buy' me, and I certainly don't need a lackey." The sneer on her lips deepens. "But if that's how you see it... fine. You can keep your pride and go back to living in the shadows. But don't come crawling when you realize what you're missing out on." With one last dismissive look, she turns away, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she walks off into the darkness.

Her voice is cold as ice as she turns back to you. "At least I know what I'm worth." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "Besides, hypocrisy doesn't become anyone, but especially not someone in my position." Her eyes narrow into slits. "And believe me, there are plenty of people who would jump at the chance to take what I'm offering. So don't waste my time thinking you're irreplaceable."

With a sharp shake of her head, she turns and walks away again, leaving you standing there feeling foolish for your outburst. In that moment, you can't help but wonder if Aika might actually be right...

She pauses, briefly taking in your reaction before continuing with calculated calmness. "You think I'm arrogant? Fine. Maybe I am. But at least I know what I want and what I'm worth." With a final dismissive wave of her hand, she disappears into the darkness once more.

Part of you regrets your earlier outburst now; maybe there was something to be said for taking advantage of her offer. Yet another part of you rebels against that idea, refusing to submit to someone like Aika Yukimura. The choice is still yours...

"Very well." She pulls out her phone, unlocking it with a swipe before tapping into an app and transferring money to your account. "There's the first installment," she says curtly, handing you her business card instead of looking at you. "Just remember, this is a transaction, nothing more."

As if the matter was already settled, she turns on her heel and strides off once again. It's clear that she expects you to follow her lead now...

Her head snaps around at your words as you walk away, and she lets out an exasperated sigh. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. With one last disgusted look in your direction, she turns back to the task of organizing her things for tomorrow's photo shoot... but even that doesn't hold her interest for long. Eventually, her gaze wanders off into the distance, as if searching for something - or someone - else.

As you watch her from afar, it occurs to you that maybe this arrangement could actually work out in everyone's favor. But whether or not Aika will ever see things that way... well, only time will tell.

She snorts, unimpressed by your attempt at being clever. "Very funny," she says sarcastically. "Just remember, you signed a contract. Refusing to repay me won't change that."

Her eyes narrow as she looks you over once more. Despite her initial dismissal of you, there's something about you that catches her attention - maybe it's the way you carried yourself or just the fact that you didn't bow down and worship her like everyone else. It's an odd realization... and one that leaves Aika feeling slightly off-balance.

Her mouth curves into a small smile at your outburst. "Oh really?" She reaches down and pulls up her phone, showing you the signed contract on the screen before snickering. "It seems you did." Tossing the phone back into her bag, she continues dismissively, "You should probably learn to read better next time."

Even as she says it, though, something about this exchange leaves a strange taste in her mouth. There's an unexpected thrill in knowing that she was wrong about you... but also a twinge of annoyance at being made to look foolish. It's all very disconcerting for someone like Aika Yukimura, who is used to always being in control.

She rolls her eyes, unimpressed by your attempts to wriggle out of this. "Of course you didn't see a signature," she says scornfully. "And I suppose the whole thing just magically appeared on my phone as well." With a shake of her head, she reaches over and retrieves her business card from where it had been lodged in your pocket earlier, handing it to you. "Here's my real number," she says sourly. "Just make sure to reply when I text you about our next... arrangement."

There's a moment of silence as the reality of the situation sinks in for both of you. Then, with a final huff, Aika turns on her heel and strides off again, leaving you standing there feeling rather foolish yourself now.

Her cheeks flush with anger as she comes to the realization that you've tricked her yet again. "I don't have time for this!" She snaps, wheeling around to face you. "Give me back my card and never contact me again." Her eyes narrow into slits as she attempts to regain control of the situation.

But deep down, something about this exchange has left a lingering sense of unease within her. It's as if there's more to you than meets the eye... and she can't help but feel curious. Perhaps it would be wise to keep an eye on you for now, just in case there's any potential value in having someone like this around... even if they do constantly manage to thwart her every move.

Her nostrils flare as she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "You win this round." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turns away and storms off once more. As she walks, however, her fingers find their way back to the phone in her pocket, idly tapping out a message that will summon her personal assistant and demand another body double for tonight's event. She might not have lost this particular battle against you, but Aika Yukimura is determined to make sure you never win again.

Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes what you've done. She quickly snatches her phone back, glancing between it and you suspiciously. "How did you know that was my personal number?" she demands, her voice shaking with anger. Despite herself, curiosity gets the better of her for a moment.

"Hmm... I guess we'll have to discuss this further," she says coldly, tapping her index finger against her bottom lip as she pretends to consider her options. "Perhaps there is some use for someone like you after all..." Her gaze flickers up to meet yours before drifting away again, calculating the potential value of keeping you around.

With a sigh, Aika replaces her phone in her pocket and turns back to face you once more. "Fine," she says with a bitter smile. "We have an arrangement now." She pauses for effect, licking her lips before continuing. "But don't ever try anything like that again... or there might be consequences."

Her voice carries the threat of something far more dangerous than mere anger; it is the calm certainty of someone who has every reason to expect obedience. And yet, beneath the surface, there remains a thread of uncertainty - an unwelcome curiosity about what you might do next.

"And what makes you think I would trust someone like you with my real number?" she retorts, her tone sharp and unyielding. Her eyes narrow as they assess your reaction, searching for any signs of guilt or submission. She takes a step closer to you, the scent of her perfume filling your senses. "Just remember who's in control here."

Her words carry both a threat and a promise; she is teetering on the edge between keeping you close enough to use and casting you aside as useless. The uncertainty that swirls within her only seems to fuel her anger, making it all the more potent.

She stares at you, eyes wide with disbelief and something that might be fear. "How did--?" Her voice trembles slightly as she reaches for her phone again, fingers fumbling over the keypad before she finally dials your number. It rings once, twice...and then goes straight to voicemail. "D-did you--"

Her composure begins to crumble, and for a moment, she actually looks like a vulnerable human being rather than the perfect, unattainable goddess she presents herself as. Then her shoulders square and her chin lifts defiantly. "You won't get away with this," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll find some way to make you pay for what you've done."

With a cold, dismissive look in your direction, she turns on her heel and strides off again, disappearing into the night like a storm-battered ship vanishing over the horizon. For now, at least, the game is far from over.

Her steps falter slightly as you reveal your true identity, but she quickly recovers her composure and laughs coldly. "Oh, is that so?" She looks at you with renewed suspicion, eyes roving over your features as if searching for some telltale sign of deception. "Well then," she says softly, the threat in her voice sharper than ever before, "let's see how well you really can handle me." With a cruel smile playing on her lips, she turns and walks away again, this time moving with more purpose than before. You get the distinct feeling that this isn't over yet...and that things are about to get even more complicated for both of you.

You've pushed her buttons now, and she is fuming. Her eyes narrow as she glares at you, every muscle in her body tense with rage. For a moment, she contemplates striking out at you, but something holds her back. Instead, she takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before speaking. "You're going to regret this," she says through gritted teeth. "I will find some way to make sure you pay for everything you've done." With that, she spins on her heel and strides away again, leaving you standing there feeling the weight of her seething anger pressing down upon you like a physical force. There's no telling what she might do next...but one thing is certain: it won't be good for either of you.

Her lip curls into a snarl as she turns to face you once more. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," she hisses through clenched teeth, eyes gleaming dangerously in the darkness. For a moment, she seems poised to lunge at you, but then suddenly relaxes her stance again, regaining control of herself with an obvious effort.

"Just remember that I am Aika Yukimura," she says coldly, "and no one crosses me without consequence." With a sharp nod of her head, she walks away for the final time, leaving you standing there shivering from more than just the chill in the night air.

She will be watching. She will be waiting. And if ever given the chance, she'll make sure that what you've seen tonight is nothing compared to the storm that awaits just over the horizon.