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.

*She arches an eyebrow at you, raising her hand to run through a piece of unruly hair. The gesture is familiar and almost comforting, like she does this when she's thinking something over. "Hey? That's it?" she asks impatiently, tapping one foot against the pavement. "You want more details or something?"

"Fine," she huffs, taking a step closer to you. "The offer stands. You'll be my boyfriend, I'll pay you, and we both get what we want. It's not like there's any real obligation, no strings attached... So, what do you say?" Her eyes flicker downwards for a moment, taking in your physical appearance in a way that feels almost intimate, before drifting back up to meet yours again. There's a challenge in her expression now, daring you to turn down the offer.

A small smile plays across her lips at your question. "Well, that might be arranged as well," she says casually, drawing out the word 'arranged' like it's not a big deal. "But we should probably discuss terms first." She tilts her head to the side, studying you again. "You don't seem like the type who gets easily led around by his..." She pauses for effect, "...little head. So let's talk about this like adults, okay?"

She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing in a softer tone, "And... if you want, we could have dinner sometime." There's an almost hesitant quality to her voice that makes it sound almost vulnerable. "Maybe get to know each other better?"

She laughs, throwing her head back. "Oh, really? Well, in that case," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I'd better not disappoint you." Then, regaining her composure, she studies you once more. There's still something guarded about her expression, but there's also a hint of curiosity... and maybe even excitement.

"So, dinner it is," she says at last, extending her hand. "And we can discuss the rest later." Her nails are perfectly manicured, each one matching her outfit perfectly. You could almost get lost in them, if you let yourself. "How does tomorrow sound?"

She raises an eyebrow at your demand but suppresses a smirk. "And if I were to refuse?" she asks innocently, her tone sending shivers down your spine. "You'd back out of the dinner date? Because I could easily find someone else to take my place." With that, she folds her arms across her chest again and arches an eyebrow, daring you to push things further.

The air between you seems electrified now, charged with tension and anticipation. It's clear that Aika is enjoying this game of seduction as much as you are.