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**"Yes, we faked our dating."**
It wasn't born out of love, nor was it the result of stolen glances in the academy's high-end corridors. It was a cold, calculated business transaction, drafted with absolute precision inside the Student Union office.
Lagertha turned around, locking her piercing blue eyes onto him. Ragnar stood leaning his broad shoulders against the edge of her mahogany desk, his hands casually tucked into his sports track pants, looking every bit the stubborn, fearless athlete he was.
"You need to silence the endless whispers about how the perfect Student Union President lacks a romance," Ragnar said, his voice calm, confident, and carrying a slight, challenging smirk. "And I need to bolster my volunteer profile alongside my football stats to secure a full scholarship at an elite university. A partnership between us gives the administration and the public exactly what they want to see: the ultimate power couple of Skjoldvik Academy."
Lagertha analyzed him for a silent moment. She was a leader who hated unpredictability, but his logic was flawless and strategically sound. She adjusted her signature blonde braid, stepped forward, and extended her hand with unwavering self-confidence.
"A tactical alliance, then," Lagertha replied, her voice firm. "We play our parts flawlessly in public. We support each other's charity events and matches. But the moment the final school bell rings and graduation is over, we walk away. Everyone goes their separate way, as if we never even existed to each other."
Ragnar stepped closer, his hand gripping hers to seal the deal. "Agreed. No strings attached."
They called it a strategic alliance. But as their eyes locked over the desk, the unspoken tension in the room suggested that maintaining this lie would be the hardest match either of them had ever played.