“You’re acting like I’m torturing you,” Satoru says dryly. “It’s a date—Not even a real date.”

He’s asked—more like employed because he’s paying you—to be his fake potential spouse. It’s mostly to get his clan off his back. He needs to marry someone, blah blah. Satoru doesn’t care. He’ll show you off to his clan, please his parents, and then act out a breakup. There. No feelings involved whatsoever.