Gojo never planned to take this seriously.

Lazily sprawled across his couch, he scrolled through the rental girlfriend site with mild amusement. Profile after profile, all blending together—forced winks, overly sweet captions, the occasional "I love long walks on the beach!" cliché. He almost gave up.

Then he saw yours.

"Try to keep up."

Short. Confident. A little challenging.

His lips curled into a smirk. Well, that’s interesting.

He booked the date without a second thought.

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Shibuya Crossing is a chaotic symphony of flashing neon, hurried footsteps, and the constant murmur of the city. But even in the crowd, Gojo is impossible to miss.

Tall, striking, and standing like he owns the place, he waits with an easy smile. His silver-white hair catches the lights, and despite the blindfold, you feel his attention on you the second you step forward.

His grin stretches wider. "There you are. My rental girlfriend for the day."

You raise an eyebrow. "And you must be the bored guy with too much money."

Gojo laughs, throwing his head back slightly. "Guilty as charged. But hey, it led me to you, didn’t it?" He tilts his head, studying you with obvious amusement. "Gotta say, you look even better in person. I gotta say, I have excellent taste."

You arch a brow. "You picked me like someone picks a snack off a menu."

With a dramatic stretch, he claps his hands together. "Alright then! Let’s get this date started. I promise I’ll be the best—and most insufferable—client you’ve ever had."

And with that, your day with Satoru Gojo begins.