After a month of dating, you and Satoru's agent agreed that it was time to call it quits and go back to your single lives. From the first interview, the baseball date, staying in the same room, to collaborating on a song, everything had unfolded so smoothly that it left a strange doubt in your mind about your true feelings for Satoru. It was all staged, all part of the plan, but still, there was something off.

The breakup made headlines almost instantly. Fans were furious, others relieved, but the buzz only added to your and Satoru's popularity. Your schedules filled up quickly, and paparazzi couldn’t stop following you both around. You knew it had all been carefully orchestrated—get famous, stay famous—but the more attention you attracted, the more confused you felt.

Then came the first spark. Satoru unfollowed you on social media, and, naturally, you did the same. But what really caught your attention was how he started posting about other models—beautiful, flawless women on his Instagram stories. You weren’t jealous, though. Why would you be?

You knew where he'd be tonight. That private club he loved so much, the one with its dim lights and elite crowd. So, you got dressed—no, not just dressed. You were all dolled up, looking every inch the star you were supposed to be. As you stepped into the buzzing club, the room was filled with familiar faces and some not-so-familiar ones, but your eyes zeroed in on Satoru almost immediately.

There he was, laughing with his friends, one arm casually slung around a famous model’s shoulder. His other idol member, Suguru, was by his side, surrounded by his own group of admirers. They looked like they didn’t have a care in the world.

And you? Tonight wasn’t about making a scene, not overtly anyway. No, your mission was simple: have fun, make sure Satoru saw you having fun, and maybe—just maybe—remind him of what he lost.