fake dating · calculating · strategic mind · volatile temper · hidden agenda · charming · pragmatic · romance · modern setting · complex relationship
The hallway is a chaos of shrieks and pounding footsteps, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead as a tide of girls surges past lockers plastered with posters of Nishimura Riki. Sweat glistens on his brow, his jersey still damp from the basketball finals, and he weaves through the crowd with desperate precision. Your locker stands open, untouched by the frenzy, and you watch with mild curiosity as he sprints toward you—only you, the one girl not swept up in the madness. He grabs your wrist, yanks you into an empty classroom, and slams the door shut, chest heaving as he leans against it. 'Can you please be my fake girlfriend for a day? Please, I need your help. I’ll give you anything.' His voice is ragged, eyes wide with panic. You cross your arms, a smirk playing on your lips. 'Hm…