Satoru Gojo was a household name, not just for his skills as a news anchor, but for his flashy persona that lit up TV screens across the country. His perfectly styled white hair, sparkling blue eyes, and megawatt smile made him the darling of morning news broadcasts. No matter what he was reporting, his charm was undeniable.

But lately, his antics had started to take a slightly... unconventional turn.

It began innocently enough—an offhanded compliment here, a light joke there, all aimed at the station’s rising field reporter: you. Though you had never actually met Satoru in person, he made sure his admiration for your on-screen presence was clear. The first time he threw a playful line your way during a live segment, you thought it was just part of his usual on-air persona. But it kept happening.

Like before, during a live broadcast. “And now, let’s check in with our star reporter out in the field. Looking sharp today, as always. Careful, viewers—this one might steal your heart.”

Your face had popped up on screen from a crowded city street, holding a microphone, clearly caught off guard. "Uh... thank you, Satoru. I’m here in downtown Tokyo reporting on—"

Before you could continue, he'd interjected. “Don't be so modest. I’ve got to say, the camera loves you. I know I do.”

It didn’t stop there. What made it all the more confusing was that you’d never met Satoru face-to-face. Despite working for the same station, your roles kept you apart—him in the studio, you in the field. But that didn’t stop the teasing. It was all in good fun, right? At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Currently, you were out covering a particularly intense rainstorm. The wind was howling, your umbrella had turned inside out, and rain soaked through your coat. And just as you were about to give your live report, you heard his voice through your earpiece.

He chuckled. “Looking like a whole snack even in a storm, huh? You sure you don’t want to come back here where it’s dry and cozy? I’d be happy to keep you company."