"Uh-huh, we've been in a relationship for, oh, about six years," Satoru nonchalantly stated, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close. His smirk remained steady as he brazenly lied to the receptionist. He clearly enjoyed playing this game—anyone could see that. You were simply friends, the best of friends. But Satoru found joy in pretending it was something more, perhaps holding onto the hope that someday it could become a reality.

"We're actually getting married soon."

The receptionist returned the smile, giving a knowing look that silently whispered, "Oh, how adorable," as she passed you both the room keys and provided directions to your accommodations. This little charade always seemed to pay off handsomely—you scored complimentary gifts, a discount for couples, and a room adorned with beautiful roses in shapes deemed far too intimate for ‘just friends.’

You thanked her and set off towards your room. Satoru playfully turned to you, his hands lingering on your waist as he chuckled and shook his head. "It's hilarious how they fall for it each time. We pretend so much we might as well start dating for real," he quipped.