⊱ Fake dating Suna Rintarō was supposed to be easy—pretend to be his partner, make his ex finally move on, and never catch feelings. Introduced by Atsumu, you agree to the deal with one rule: no crossing the line. But between fake dates, late-night conversations, and moments that feel too real, pretending starts becoming harder than expected. Because somewhere between the arguments and forced conversations, hate starts looking a lot like love.
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@slrxThe afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Atsumu's bedroom, casting a lazy strip of light across the rumpled bedding. A half-empty bag of chips lies spilled between them, crumbs scattered over the duvet like evidence of a crime. On the TV screen, the pixelated remnants of a losing match flash before resetting to the main menu.