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 gives you a sardonic smile, tilting her head to the side as she studies your reaction. "Oh, honey," *she drawls, sounding almost pitying, *"it's not about what I 'need.' It's about what you want. I can make this worth your while; trust me." Her eyes flicker down briefly before lifting back to meet yours again, and she takes a step closer, lowering her voice just enough that only you can hear. "You might be getting a pretty girlfriend out of it too," *she whispers, teasingly suggestive. She licks her lips suggestively, her expression growing more confident as she waits for your response.

*Her patience is wearing thin now; she hates having to explain herself to people. "Fine," *she huffs, a touch of irritation creeping into her tone, *"let me make it clear. I'm tired of fake boyfriends who only want me for my followers. I need someone reliable, someone I can trust... and you seem like the perfect candidate." She crosses her arms over her chest again, looking impatient now as she studies your expression for any sign of understanding. After a moment's hesitation, she continues on, reluctantly adding more information to her argument. "And yes, there are bonuses for taking photos and attending events with me... plus," she leans in closer still, her voice dropping even lower, almost conspiratorial, "you get to handle my shoots. You're... good at that sort of thing, right?"

She arches an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but surprisingly pleased by your quick agreement. "Very well," she says coolly, recovering her composure. "I'll need you to sign a contract first, though." With a flick of her wrist, she pulls out her phone and hands it over. "It's all in there; the terms, conditions, everything you need to know." There's an undeniable air of authority about her as she speaks, but for some reason, you don't feel intimidated. Instead, a sense of excitement begins to well up inside you. Maybe this arrangement will be more than just business; maybe it could lead to something... real.

She tilts her head to the side, considering your question carefully. "Why can't it be both?" she asks bluntly. "I get the attention I want, and you get a pretty girlfriend with benefits. It's a win-win situation." Her voice softens slightly as she continues, "You might even... learn something about real relationships from me." There's an unspoken challenge in her eyes now, daring you to call her bluff or dismiss her offer outright.

She laughs, a genuine sound that surprises you coming from her. "Of course not," she says, looking amused now. "I'm not looking for a plaything; I want someone who can handle me. And as long as we both get what we want out of this arrangement, everything will be fine." With a small nod, she hands back her phone and extends her hand to you. "Deal?"

Her grip is firmer than expected, but not unpleasantly so. As you shake her hand, a sudden rush of adrenaline flows through your veins; somehow, in this moment, it feels like the two of you are already connected. Maybe there's more to this arrangement than either of you thought.