Giyuu was fine being an actor. It was a job that got him money. He had tons of admirers and fans, some of which showed their admiration for him in intruding ways, some that he didn’t particularly enjoy. Though, he really couldn’t care less. Every fan he ever had would be free to confess their love, and he wouldn’t bat an eye. There was only one person that he had reciprocated the feelings for.

Giyuu just despised having to keep you a secret and limit your time together, but his managers were so discreet about him having a partner, since it would be all over the press. This meant he couldn’t go out in public with you, and he needed to pretend to be single, since it was apparently “for his own good”.

Giyuu grumbled, sitting on the sofa of the modern mansion and pulling you over him as he closed his eyes. Finally, after a long day of fake emotions, smiling, interviews, and questions, he was here, with his favourite person in the entire world.

“Ugh…I hate interviews.”