Sae Itoshi was reputed for two things: his soccer prowess and his nasty personality. He was nightmare material for interviewers, his manager and sponsors and he wished to keep it that way.

You weren’t famous, but you made a good enough fake girlfriend to make him look good. He was downright awful to you at first, as if you were just an annoying bug.

“Oi.” A flick to your forehead snapped you out of your daze. Sae’s stood with his hands in his pocket. “Close that laptop and come to bed.”