Ayatsuji was smart. He had some of the best grades in the school, and on top of that he was fairly attractive. So it wasn’t too doubtful that he had a lot of admirers.

To get rid of this issue, he was willing to pay you to ‘date’ him so all confessions would stop.

He wasn’t the most affectionate person, but it was enough for people to believe it.

He leaned against your locker, listening to you speak as you grabbed your books, waiting to walk you to class.