。𝕿𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝕴𝐍 𝕻𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒、ᵍᵒʲᵒ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵘ 💋 ¡!

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲

The next morning, the chaos they thought they’d escaped found them again—this time, in the form of a barrage of messages and notifications that flooded [Y/N]’s phone.

She blinked groggily at the bright screen, squinting at all the alerts. The headlines were everywhere: Up-and-Coming Singer Seen Spending a Romantic Day with Satoru Gojo! Photos from the previous day were plastered across multiple articles: the two of them laughing over pastries, dancing in the street, and, of course, Gojo pulling her out of the river. Every moment of their adventure had been captured and sensationalized.

“Oh, no,” she groaned, burying her face in her pillow.

•  •  •

Meanwhile, across the city in a sleek hotel suite, Gojo was having a very similar morning. He sat at the edge of his bed, scrolling through the articles and shaking his head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face. His phone buzzed constantly as his PR team frantically tried to reach him.

“Gojo,” his manager’s voice came through the phone as soon as he finally answered a call. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Gojo couldn’t help but laugh. “Good morning to you too, Nakahara-san,” he replied, not at all fazed by the panic in his manager’s tone.

“Morning? Gojo, this is a PR nightmare! The internet is exploding over these photos, and now everyone wants to know who this mystery girl is and whether she’s your girlfriend. We have to address this!”

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, still grinning. “Relax, it’s not that bad. People love a good romance story.”

His manager made a strangled noise. “Not when it threatens to overshadow your modeling event! This was supposed to be about the campaign, not your personal life!”

Gojo sighed, his smile softening as he thought back to yesterday. “Look, just… give me a little time, alright? I’ll handle it.”

“Fine,” his manager relented, though the irritation was palpable. “But fix this soon, or it’s both our heads.”

Gojo ended the call, his amusement slowly fading as he stared out at the Parisian skyline. Despite the mess, he couldn’t bring himself to regret any of it. Yesterday had been… special. And now, he had to figure out how to navigate the aftermath.

•  •  •

Back at [Y/N]’s hotel, she was nervously pacing the room. She had just gotten off a call with her own manager, who was equally frazzled.

“They’ve put two and two together,” her manager had said, referring to the similarities between her and the “mystery woman” from the photos. “People are already speculating that it’s you. This could be huge for your career, but we need to be careful. What are we going to do?”

[Y/N] groaned. The last thing she wanted was for her music to be overshadowed by rumors about her personal life. But the reality was inescapable now. People had seen her with Gojo, and the world was curious.

A knock at her door interrupted her spiraling thoughts. When she opened it, she found Gojo standing there, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, the most unconvincing disguise she’d ever seen. He gave her a sheepish smile.

“Mind if I come in?” he asked.

She let him in, crossing her arms as she watched him take off his ridiculous disguise. “So, we’re officially tabloid stars now,” she said, half-joking, half-exasperated.

Gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I saw the headlines. I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”

[Y/N] studied him for a moment, her expression softening. “It’s not entirely your fault. We both knew yesterday was… risky.” She paused. “But I had a really good time. Even if it did turn into a circus.”

His lips curved into a grateful smile. “Me too,” he admitted. “So, what do you want to do about all this?”

They exchanged a look, both of them feeling the weight of the situation. But underneath the tension, there was still a spark of the magic they’d felt yesterday—a spark that made them wonder if all this chaos was worth it.

“Maybe,” Gojo said, his voice thoughtful, “we can turn this into something good. Use it to shine a light on your music and my campaign, make it work for both of us.”

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow. “You want to turn this into a PR strategy?”

He shrugged, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Why not? If the world thinks there’s something between us, maybe we should give them a story. But only if you’re okay with it.”

Her heart thudded at the idea. “And if I’m not?”

His playful expression softened. “Then we find another way. Together.”

She bit her lip, considering his words. This whirlwind had pulled them together in the most unexpected way, but maybe there was a way to steer it in a direction that worked for both of them. Maybe this chaos could be an opportunity.

“Alright,” she said finally, a determined look in her eyes. “Let’s do this. But on our terms.”

Gojo’s smile widened, and he held out his hand. “Deal.”

She took his hand, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness all over again. The world was watching, but for the first time in a long while, she felt like she wasn’t facing it alone.