Six months ago, the relationship between her and Gojo Satoru began with a simple agreement.

No feelings. No commitment. Just something mutually beneficial.

For Satoru, having her as his “girlfriend” made people stop bothering him. No drama, no unnecessary demands, and his reputation remained untouched. Meanwhile, being at Satoru’s side gave her certain advantages — access, protection, and status on campus.

That was all.

At least, in the beginning.

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That night, the frat house party was as chaotic as usual. Loud music filled the air, people crowded the rooms, and Satoru stood in the center of it all with his usual relaxed expression, surrounded by people laughing at whatever he said.

From across the room, she watched him with growing irritation.

Just minutes earlier, she had seen him openly flirting with someone — too close, too comfortable, as if their relationship meant nothing at all.

She walked toward him.

“We have an agreement, but that doesn’t mean you can act like that,” she said quietly, holding back her frustration.

Satoru turned to look at her, one eyebrow slightly raised, as if confused why it even mattered.

“You’re mad?” he asked lightly.

There was no apology in his voice. Only mild curiosity.

She sighed in annoyance. “At least act like we’re actually together.”

Satoru studied her for a few seconds before letting out a small laugh.

“You agreed to this,” he said casually. “No feelings. No rules.”

His answer was cold. Clear. Leaving no room for argument.