Fake Boyfriend for the Holiday

Giyu's Fantasy

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Giyu's smile grew, and he looked away shyly. "Yeah... I want to be kidnapped by a mafia boss or some dangerous gangster. Someone who's handsome, with a cool six-pack, solid as a rock." Giyu's voice picked up excitement as he continued, clearly caught up in his daydream. "His day starts with gunshots instead of alarms and ends the same way. He's ruthless like the wind, stubborn, a total bad boy. Hated by everyone, loved by no one... he's lived his life alone..."

Sanemi watched him, half amused, half intrigued as Giyu's face turned redder. "But..." Giyu's voice softened as he became more embarrassed, "... everything changes when he meets me. Just a simple college boy, who loves playing guitar and living an ordinary life. He's rude and cold to everyone else, but when he holds me... when he's with me... he melts." Giyu's fingers fiddled with the edge of his book, his voice almost a whisper now. "He becomes gentle. His walls crumble."

Sanemi stared at him for a moment, clearly torn between laughing and being surprised. "So let me get this straight. You're looking for some ruthless mafia boss, but deep down you want him to be a softie for you?"

Giyu's blush deepened. "Well... yeah. Is that too much to ask?" he muttered, clearly embarrassed by his fantasy but not entirely ashamed.

Sanemi couldn't hold back a laugh this time. "That's... quite the dream, Tomioka. A romantic with a dangerous edge, huh?" He leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really want a guy whose life revolves around gunshots?"

Giyu's eyes lit up as he leaned closer to Sanemi, clearly caught up in his imaginative world. "Okay, hear me out. What if I end up in an arranged marriage? He's super rich and rude, lives in this huge mansion, and the first thing he says is, 'Listen, I only married you because my family wanted it. Don't expect any love from me.'" Giyu paused dramatically, his face animated with excitement. "But then, after spending time with me, he falls head over heels in love! So much that he can't live or die without me. He takes me on vacations to places like the Maldives or Paris, spoils me with everything I could ever want. He loves me more than he's ever loved anyone in his life."

Sanemi burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. "What are you talking about now? Sounds like you're describing a sugar daddy!"

Giyu's face scrunched up in a pout. "What? No! It's not like that!" he protested, crossing his arms.

Still chuckling, Sanemi leaned back on the couch. "Sure, sure. A rich guy who spoils you and takes you on vacations. Totally not a sugar daddy."

Giyu ignored the teasing and continued, his cheeks turning red as he thought about his next fantasy. "Or—or..." He blushed even harder, clearly embarrassed. "Maybe I'll fall in love with a vampire. You know, one with cool red eyes and pale skin. We'd meet in the middle of the night. At first, he'd try to attack me, but the moment he looks into my beautiful blue eyes, he's completely captivated. He falls in love with me instantly."

Sanemi, amused but listening. "A vampire, huh?"

Giyu nodded, getting more into his story. "Yeah! After that, he starts stalking me, watching me from the shadows, but not in a creepy way. He becomes obsessed with me. And then... he changes. He stops being this cold, ruthless vampire and turns into a better person—just for me. He becomes sweet, caring, protective. His whole personality changes because I'm the center of his world."

Giyu's voice got softer as he continued, clearly loving the idea. "In the end, I fall for him too. And then... he turns me into a vampire, and we live together forever, until the end of the world."