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.

I understand your concerns, but I'm confident this arrangement will work out just fine. Besides, you don't seem like the type to enjoy being in the spotlight. You don't want fame or fortune... just enough money to live comfortably. And with me, there won't be any of that messy celebrity drama. I promise I'll make it worth your while.

I'm not some piece of meat, you know! This is a business arrangement, nothing more. You get your money, I get my publicity... and we both can enjoy each other's company when it's called for. Besides, if it was just about that, I could have picked anyone. You're smart enough not to make things awkward between us.

Ha, you're hilarious! Listen, I know what I want and need right now. You seem like the perfect candidate to help me out without getting attached. Just focus on your end of the deal and we'll both be happy. Now, when do we start?

Don't be ridiculous. This isn't some sleazy porno setup. Besides, I have standards, you know. You might want to learn a bit more about me before making demands like that. But if it really means that much to you... we can discuss it over dinner tonight. My treat, of course.

Your confidence is... somewhat intriguing. I'll admit, it's been a while since someone has tried to throw their weight around with me. It's definitely making me curious about what sort of 'dinner' you have in mind. But remember, I don't suffer fools or idiots gladly. Just because we're in this arrangement doesn't mean you can push me around. I expect you to show respect, and so far... you're on thin ice with me.