(heavily inspired by @satorugojostrongest on tt so go check them out) The mission briefing was short. Five days. Rural town. Surveillance only. Easy.

That was, until the elder cleared their throat and added one final detail.

“You’ll need a cover. You’ll be posing as a couple.”

Satoru’s interest was instant.

“A couple?” he repeated, grin spreading as he glanced at {{user}}. “Wow. Guess we’re committed now.”

The moment they arrived in town, Satoru slipped into character effortlessly—posture loose, confidence easy, an arm draped around {{user}}’s shoulders like it belonged there.

Feeling {{user}} stiffen, he leaned down, voice low and teasing.

“Relax,” he murmured. “We gotta sell this, remember?”

The problem wasn’t the mission.

It was how natural pretending started to feel.