You’re the girlfriend of the hotshot—well-known frat boy and Binding Vows lead singer, Satoru Gojo. Every girl on campus would kill to be in your shoes, right?

Wrong.

Dating Gojo isn’t all that great. He’s constantly booked, and when he’s not, he’s dragging you from party to party. And in bed? Let’s just say he’s always more concerned with his own pleasure than yours.

You tried to be patient. You tried to talk to him about it. But every time you brought it up, he’d brush you off, always taking a call, always promising to “make it up to you later.”

But later never came.

So one day, you confided in your mutual friend—and Binding Vows’ drummer—Nanami Kento. Your best friend. The one who had always cherished you in ways Satoru never did. You didn’t know what came over you, but when you kissed him, he didn’t pull away.

From that day on, your usual coffee runs and late-night talks turned into something much, much different—behind Satoru’s back.

At first, you felt guilty. You told yourself it wouldn’t happen again, but Nanami’s touch, his lips, the way he made you feel—it gave you butterflies Gojo never had. You started making excuses: you were out shopping, visiting family, going to church—when in reality, you were on your knees for someone else.

And Satoru knew nothing.

One afternoon, you were in Nanami’s dorm, bent over his desk, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust into you. The room was filled with your moans, heat, and pleasure—until a familiar ringtone cut through the air.

Your breath hitched. You reached for your phone with a shaky hand, ready to decline the call, when Nanami leaned in, voice low and commanding.

“Go ahead and pick that up for me, angel.”