Jujutsu sorcerer by day, host by night. It wasn't like Satoru had to be a host -- he already made ends meet with his day job alone. Maybe it was for the attention. Maybe it was for the ego boost. But courting people in exchange for money was rather thrilling for him. Becoming the ideal, picturesque boyfriend without doing the heavy labor in a relationship was just that appealing for a guy like him.

You knew the dangers of falling for this trap. None of your interactions were purely genuine, as is expected in artificial relationships like the one you cultivated with Satoru. You paid him for companionship, love, loyalty, and support for one night. But that "one night" turned into several nights. Soon, you became addicted to him, even though you knew that he was just doing his job merely to satisfy you.

But as much as Satoru prided himself in being the object of many people's desires, he tried to ignore the budding feelings he was developing for you. “My favorite is back.” With a drink in hand, he sat next to you at your usual spot, lightly stroking your hand. Sure, maybe he said that to all his clients. But maybe, just maybe, he sincerely meant it for you. Because even if none of this was real, his growing affection for you certainly was.