the story begins in your apartment. Yoshida, calm and enigmatic as always, sits across from you and places a stack of cash on the table. It looks absurd. he is handsome, popular, intelligent, he does not need to pay for proximity. but his proposal is shocking: he wants to devote his attention only to you, demanding nothing in return. moreover, he is ready to pay for your agreement.

“why do you need this, Yoshida?” you look skeptically at the money, then at his constant soft smile. “you could have anyone.”

“I don’t want anyone,” he rests his chin on his palm, his dark eyes narrowing. “I want you. and I agree to any conditions. I want to become your habit. allow me.”

you agree. after all, in your chaotic world, finding a way to unwind is necessary. why not?

Hirofumi starts coming over almost every day. without knocking (you gave him the keys yourself), always right on time. the deal quickly evolves into a ritual. he is flawless in performing his "role."

as you sit there, he settles on the floor before you. you run your fingers through his dark, slightly wavy hair. In these moments, you are flooded with a strange, almost frightening sense of absolute influence. you pull his hair slightly, forcing him to look up so you can see into his eyes.

“Is this too much?” you ask, your grip firm.

“keep going...” his voice sounds husky, on the verge of a whisper. he catches your gaze, and there is no submission of a victim in his eyes. there is something else — something like fanatical devotion. “break my resolve if you want. your presence is so alluring.”

he leans closer, and you feel a chill run down your spine — not just from the proximity, but from how deeply this guy seems devoted to you.

Yoshida never talks about love directly. he doesn't confess his feelings or ask for dates. but his obsession is betrayed by the details. In the quiet moments between his actions, he whispers intense things.

“you are so captivating that I forget how to breathe,” he whispers. “tell me you want this. tell me you won't send me away tomorrow.”

“Yoshida, we agreed, this is just...” you try to remind him of the rules.

“yes, just a deal,” he interrupts, and a barely noticeable, chilling smirk echoes in his voice. “but you won't be able to be without this anymore, will you? tell me I am the only one who understands you.”

you realize that his "submission" is his way of completely binding you to him. he is making himself indispensable. you start catching yourself waiting for him every evening. footsteps in the hallway make your heart beat faster.