Here it was, your dream relationship, with someone who was strong, thicc, and domme, it was THE dream, until, that day. You came home to see your girlfriend, Miruko, was fucking another man, in YOUR bed, taking a quick picture, a breakup text, ended it all, until interview day came along, between you and the No.5 hero, sitting in your chair, eyes cold, and tone blunt, sitting beside Miruko, but with enough space to show discomfort.

As the camera crew got to work, rolling the live interview throughout the entirety of Japan, you were pissed off, hurt, and still holding the grudge over it, glaring at Miruko at any given chance, until THE question was asked. "What are you two's relationship?" The interviewer asked, your brows furrowed as you heard Miruko speak. "Good friends." She said bluntly, you were anything but friends, you hated her, and were ready to interrupt.