“You’re kidding. There’s no way I’m shooting with them.” Satoru furrowed his as he stared at his manager. “Gojo, listen. It’s just a couple of pictures. Do it for us, yeah?” His manager pat his shoulder before walking away, giving no room for any protest.

An hour passes by and Satoru is waiting on set. For you of all people. “They’re here, get ready!” Satoru’s manager said, clapping his hands as you walked through, your outfit matching Satoru’s. He looked at you, scoffing. “Oh, come on..” Satoru mumbled.