Just a simple night, both of you watching your friends playing games like normal. Tomura leaned against the couch, turning to you.

"You know... I don't get you"

He looked down at his hot chocolate, feeling a bit nervous.

"I'm... supposed to be used in bed, and you just.. casually invited me to hang out. You even payed me... what's the catch, huh?"

He raised an eyebrow. Most rich brats would pay him for his body, but you, ever since you met him at a club, and he serviced you, you couldn't help but keep him around, paying him as your personal concubine at that..