More or less, something like that.
Yukino handed the request entirely over to Yuu, and with no objections from Yuigahama, Yuu officially became Masuzu's fake boyfriend.
"Even though they call it a fake boyfriend, in reality it just means walking home from school together."
After leaving the Service Club, Masuzu strolled casually beside Yuu, gently stroking her shimmering silver hair as she said with a relaxed tone, "Don't stress too much, and don't get any weird ideas—just take it easy!"
"You don't need to tell me. I'm way more experienced in this kind of thing than you are."
Yuu remained far calmer than she had expected—there was no hint of excitement at having landed such a beautiful girlfriend.
This, of course, satisfied Masuzu immensely.
"That's right, I forgot—you're a professional."
Masuzu nodded, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, are you still working as a paid boyfriend?"
"No. I just forgot to cancel my registration."
The thought irritated Yuu, and he inwardly grumbled.
(System, hurry up and fix this mess!)
System: "Confirmed. Currently processing data for Rental Boyfriend…"
Hearing this, Yuu finally felt a bit relieved, deciding to double-check later.
(Hehe, after being betrayed for so long, I'd be crazy to still trust this system.)
"Then make sure to cancel it when you go home. Be careful not to let anyone else find out~"
Masuzu smiled cheerfully, extending her slender, pale hand and naturally hooking it through Yuu's arm. "Even though I don't have any leverage over you anymore, I still don't want anyone else knowing about my boyfriend."
"You care that much?" Yuu asked, skeptical.
Masuzu tilted her head, asking in an innocent, childish tone, "Hmm~ Isn't it natural for a girlfriend to worry about her boyfriend?"
Yuu couldn't help but laugh. "Even though you despise love so much, you slipped into the role pretty quickly."
"Of course." Her expression instantly shifted. Masuzu puffed out her chest proudly and declared with enthusiasm, "Only a lie performed wholeheartedly can truly be called a lie. Otherwise, it's just a pathetic deception. A fake must know it's fake—ambiguity doesn't mean there's still hope for love, does it?"
"So, Tenkuji-kun, from now on just call me Masuzu. And in return, I'll start calling you by your first name too… Getting used to calling each other by name like this will keep lovey-dovey people from getting suspicious."
She lifted her gaze and locked eyes with Yuu.
Though her movements were intimate and her voice sweet, there was no trace of shyness, affection, tenderness, or warmth in her blue eyes.
Only dark emotions, like scattered debris, masquerading as a warm, summery smile.
"Then from today onward, let's get along well—until the day we part ways peacefully…"
"I love you, Yuu."
[This is a lie.]
It was a cold confession of love, utterly mismatched with her cute and beautiful appearance. Deep down, she hated him.
Forget about falling in love—any ordinary man hearing these words might suffer cardiac arrest and tremble uncontrollably.
Seeing her like this, Yuu couldn't help but feel sorry for his past self, who had mustered so much enthusiasm to confess just that morning.
Enjoying the dating process with her? Creating beautiful memories without regrets?
That was far too naive.
Even being a paid boyfriend wasn't easy, and becoming someone's fake boyfriend at school would inevitably bring far more complications.
Besides, this current girlfriend was a seasoned member of the "Go to Hell Club" someone who inexplicably despised love, constantly declaring youth to be a lie and love a crime—like a chronic chuunibyou sufferer.
To fill the emptiness in someone like her, to develop mutual affection like he had with his two previous targets, and successfully complete the mission… Wasn't the difficulty simply too high?
Yuu sensed that the road ahead would be long and uncertain.
Yet, despite all that, he never once considered giving up—
This lie, Yuu would take seriously from the very beginning.
"Let's forget that fake confession of love." He smiled, took Masuzu's hand, and spoke in a gentle tone with an obviously exaggerated expression, "Until this request is fulfilled, I look forward to your guidance, Masuzu."
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host has received a reward: 5 yen.]
(5 yen???)
(Are you kidding me? Do you think I'm some kind of penniless god?!)
Yuu's expression didn't change, but he grumbled inwardly.
"Is that what you call professional flirting?"
Masuzu blinked, seemingly lost in thought, then said sincerely, "Wow, my eyes have been opened. The chills I'm feeling right now might even compare to the bread DIO once ate."
"Do you want me to treat you like Jotaro?"
He snapped back into focus and stared at her. His smile instantly turned impatient and cold as he mimicked the voice of an invincible man.
"Shut up, smelly woman! Just follow me and don't talk."
"…"
Masuzu froze for a moment, then her face flushed red. She rubbed her nose—though no blood came out—and lowered her head, giving a thumbs-up.
"That's actually pretty good!"
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host has received a reward: 500 yen.]
[Congratulations, Host has received a reward: Volume 1 of the manga JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. This item has been placed on your bookshelf.]
(Damn it…)
(System, don't get influenced by her!)
(When I finally complete my mission one day, are you going to give me a Stand ability too?)
Yuu silently pressed his temple, feeling a headache coming on.
"…Masuzu, you're a masochist and a hardcore JoJo fan!"
As if her weak spot had been hit, her eyebrows shot up. The silver-haired girl shot back sharply:
"Don't you know? Being treated harshly and scolded by Jotaro is one of every woman's dreams!"
"Don't speak for all women in the world!"
"Well then? Sooner or later, everyone—men and women alike—will come to love JoJo. And in that JoJo-only world, isn't it natural to communicate in JoJo language?"
"You're clearly someone who never talks about her hobbies with others, yet you're babbling like a maniac because you're so excited…"
"JOJOJOJOJOJO——"
"Shut up… And stop groping me!"
"Oh? You've got quite a sturdy build. No wonder so many little girls like you~"
"Let's break up. Right now."
Their voices, sounding cheerful, intimate, and happy, echoed through the air—though no one could say how much sincerity lay beneath—before fading into the distance as they left the special building.
The evening sunlight at the school gate slowly enveloped the two figures until they gradually disappeared into the dusk.