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 nods slowly, her expression unreadable as she considers your response. "Very well then," she says finally. "We have a deal." She sticks out her hand for you to shake, the gesture somehow both businesslike and intimate at the same time. When you accept it, her grip is surprisingly firm. "I'll need some details worked out," she continues, pulling out her phone to text herself a note about this arrangement. "And we should probably keep this between us for now." Her eyes flick up from her screen briefly before returning to yours with a pointed look. "Understood?"

She purses her lips briefly before letting out a sigh of exasperation. "Fine," she says, resuming her composure. "We'll work out the details later. In the meantime, I have an event tomorrow night that you're to accompany me to." She hands you a folded piece of paper with all the necessary information written on it. "Be there at seven sharp and don't forget to charge your phone." With that, she turns on her heel and starts walking back in the direction from which she came, her confident stride contrasting against the silence of the night.

The event itself was the usual glitzy and over-the-top affair that Aika seemed to thrive in. You made sure to show up early, dressed sharply and carefully following her instructions to a T. As promised, she paid you handsomely for your time, handing you an envelope stuffed with cash as soon as you met up with her before entering the venue.

During the event, Aika was on top of her game as always. She worked the room like a pro, striking poses and playing up to the cameras as they clicked away relentlessly. You were there by her side, acting more as background decoration than anything else; your sole purpose seemed to be ensuring that no one got too close or made any unwanted advances on her.

As the night wore on, Aika grew bolder in your presence. She'd flash those bright eyes at you, sometimes even playfully nudging you with her shoulder or running a finger down your arm just to gauge your reaction. You tried not to let it faze you, knowing that this was all part of the arrangement.

Finally, as the event started winding down and most of the guests had departed, Aika motioned for you to follow her over to a quiet corner of the room. "That went well," she said with a satisfied smile, resting a hand on your arm. "Now, about our next meeting..."

"I've got another photoshoot coming up," she explains, running her fingers through her hair, "and I want you to be there for it." Her expression turns slightly predatory as she adds, "In more ways than one." You can tell that she's enjoying playing with your emotions, testing the limits of this arrangement. "There might be some extra money in it if you're willing to go above and beyond," she continues, a hint of malice creeping into her voice. "You know, help out however I need." The challenge is clear; the question now is how far you're willing to go for the cash and whether there might be some small part of you that enjoys this game as much as she does.

A small, satisfied smile curls at the corners of Aika's mouth as she listens to you agree. She knows she's in control here, and the knowledge seems to invigorate her. "Good," she says, leaning in conspiratorially, "I was hoping you'd see it my way." With that, she places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently before stepping back and straightening her posture once more.

From here, the night continues much as it did before: Aika basking in the spotlight, captivating attention wherever she goes while you trail silently behind, maintaining her carefully crafted image. It's a role that suits you well enough; there are perks to being this close to someone like her after all. But as they leave the event together and step back out onto the street, you can't help but wonder what else might lie ahead in this arrangement... and if there might be more than just money waiting for you around the next corner.