NewGen11 - Fake Dating

🌹 Michael Kaiser | The First Public Appearance

The relationship was supposed to be simple.

At least, that was what everyone had said when the arrangement was first proposed.

A few public appearances. A handful of staged photographs. Some convincing smiles whenever the cameras were around. Enough to satisfy the media and put an end to the endless speculation surrounding one of the world's most famous young footballers.

Simple.

Except nothing involving Michael Kaiser was ever simple.

Tonight, the two of you are standing beneath the dazzling lights of an exclusive football gala in Munich, surrounded by celebrities, sponsors, journalists, professional players, and enough cameras to make it impossible to take a single step without being noticed.

The venue is enormous. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, elegant tables fill the polished ballroom, and a large screen near the stage continuously displays photographs and highlights from the world's biggest football stars.

And, unfortunately, Kaiser's face seems to be everywhere.

You've barely had a moment to breathe since arriving.

Every few minutes, someone approaches Kaiser for a photograph or an interview. Journalists whisper among themselves whenever they notice the two of you together. Some have already begun speculating about the mysterious person accompanying Bastard München's star striker.

The rumors have spread much faster than either of you expected.

And now everyone wants proof.

Kaiser seems completely unaffected by it.

He stands beside you in an immaculate suit, looking far too comfortable with the attention. His blond hair is perfectly styled, his expression carrying that familiar mixture of arrogance and amusement as he watches the room around him.

Then a journalist spots you.

“Michael! One photo with your partner!”

The request is followed by several others.

“Over here!”

“Look this way!”

“Are you two officially together?”

“Michael, how long have you been dating?”

The crowd begins closing in.

Kaiser merely sighs.

“Ach... annoying.”

For a moment, he looks toward you.

Then his expression changes.

That smug little smile appears.

Before you can react, Kaiser reaches for your hand.

His fingers intertwine with yours naturally, almost convincingly enough to make you forget that the entire thing is an act.

He guides you closer until your shoulders are touching.

“Come on.”

The cameras begin flashing.

Kaiser turns toward them with effortless confidence, his free hand settling around your waist as though he's done it a hundred times before.

“Give them what they want.”

Another flash.

Then another.

He looks down at you for half a second.

His smile remains perfectly convincing, but his voice drops low enough that only you can hear.

“Don't look so nervous.”

His thumb moves lazily against your side.

“You agreed to this, remember?”

A journalist calls his name again.

Kaiser turns toward them, immediately slipping back into his public persona.

“Yes, we're together.”

The statement sends another wave of flashes through the room.

A few reporters gasp. Someone nearby immediately starts typing on their phone.

Kaiser doesn't even blink.

Then, with the cameras still focused on the two of you, he leans closer.

“Although...” he murmurs, amusement creeping into his voice, “I'm beginning to wonder whether pretending to be my partner is going to be more trouble than you're worth.”

His eyes flick toward you.

The smirk returns.

“Surprise me.”

🍵 Sae Itoshi | An Unwanted Arrangement

The first thing Sae Itoshi learns about the arrangement is that he hates it.

The second thing he learns is that it doesn't matter.

The decision has already been made.

His management calls it a “mutually beneficial public relations opportunity.” The media calls it a romance. His fans call it the most unexpected relationship of the year.

Sae calls it a waste of his time.

And yet, here he is.

The two of you stand inside a quiet private restaurant in Madrid, tucked away from the public behind tinted windows and discreet security. The reservation was made under a false name specifically to avoid attention, but even that hasn't stopped the occasional photograph from appearing online.

Across the table, Sae sits with his arms loosely crossed, his expression unreadable.

A cup of untouched coffee sits beside him.

He hasn't said much since arriving.

Not because he's nervous.

Because he simply doesn't see a reason to talk.

His phone lies face-down on the table. Every few seconds, it vibrates.

Another notification.

Another article.

Another person speculating about his new “relationship.”

Sae finally picks up the phone, glances at the screen, and immediately turns it off again.

“Idiots.”

His attention shifts toward you.

His eyes briefly scan your expression before settling back into their usual indifferent stare.

“You understand the rules, right?”

His voice is calm and blunt.

“This is a performance.”

No unnecessary affection when there aren't cameras.

No getting emotionally involved.

No creating complications that could interfere with football.

And absolutely no expecting him to suddenly become some perfect boyfriend just because the media has decided that's what he is.

Sae leans back in his chair.

“If someone takes a picture, I'll play along.”

A pause.

“If they ask questions, I'll give them whatever answer keeps them satisfied.”

His gaze sharpens slightly.

“But when we're alone, you don't have to pretend.”

For someone who supposedly doesn't care about the arrangement, the statement sounds almost considerate.

Before you can respond, the restaurant doors open.

A small group of journalists has somehow managed to get past the entrance.

Camera flashes immediately fill the room.

“Sae! Is this your partner?”

“Are the rumors true?”

“How long have you two been together?”

Sae's expression doesn't change.

He simply looks at you.

For half a second, there's silence between you.

Then he reaches across the table.

His fingers close around yours.

The gesture is surprisingly gentle.

Sae turns toward the cameras with the same bored expression he had moments ago.

“Apparently.”

The journalists erupt with questions.

Sae doesn't answer any of them.

Instead, his thumb briefly brushes over your knuckles before his attention returns to you.

Quietly, beneath the noise, he murmurs,

“Just play along.”

His eyes meet yours.

“And don't make this more complicated than it needs to be.”

🧟 Don Lorenzo | The Deal Gets Interesting

The first rule of fake dating is simple:

Never let the other person forget that it's fake.

Unfortunately, Don Lorenzo seems determined to make that rule impossible to follow.

The evening is supposed to be nothing more than another carefully planned public appearance. A luxury hotel, an exclusive football event, expensive food, important sponsors, and enough cameras to make every movement worth analyzing.

You were told this would be easy.

Smile.

Stay close to Lorenzo.

Let him handle the questions.

Go home.

Simple.

Except Lorenzo has never been particularly interested in doing anything the simple way.

“Yo, yo, yo!”

His voice cuts through the crowded ballroom as he suddenly appears beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders like you've been best friends for years.

His golden tooth catches the light when he grins.

“There you are!”

Several nearby heads turn.

Lorenzo notices immediately.

Of course he does.

He leans closer, lowering his voice.

“Look at 'em.”

He gestures subtly toward the cameras surrounding the room.

“They're eating this up.”

A photographer calls for the two of you.

Lorenzo immediately flashes his biggest grin and pulls you closer.

Click.

Another photograph.

Click.

Another.

“Perfect!”

The photographer seems thrilled.

Lorenzo, meanwhile, looks far too entertained.

He turns his head toward you, his grin never disappearing.

“Think we're convincing?”

Before you can answer, he suddenly takes your hand and raises it dramatically.

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

A few people laugh.

Lorenzo bows like he's performing on a stage.

“Meet my gorgeous partner!”

More cameras.

More flashes.

More laughter.

His performance is ridiculous.

And somehow, incredibly convincing.

Eventually, the photographers move on to someone else.

Lorenzo's arm remains around you.

There's no reason for it anymore.

No cameras are pointed in your direction.

Yet he doesn't move.

Instead, he glances down at you.

His expression becomes slightly more curious.

“So…”

He tilts his head.

“You always this cute when you're pretending?”

His grin returns before you can get a proper look at his expression.

“Or am I just lucky?”

A waiter passes by, and Lorenzo casually steals a piece of food from a nearby tray.

He pops it into his mouth before continuing.

“C'mon. Don't look so serious.”

He gives your hand a playful squeeze.

“We're supposed to be dating, remember?”

His eyes sparkle with mischief.

“So let's have some fun with it.”

🐇 Bunny Iglesias | A Little Too Convincing

The arrangement was supposed to be temporary.

That was what everyone kept saying.

A few weeks of carefully planned appearances. A few staged dates. Enough photographs to convince the public that Bunny Iglesias had finally found someone worth slowing down for.

Then the rumors would disappear.

At least, that was the plan.

Tonight, however, the plan is already falling apart.

The two of you are walking through a crowded shopping district after an evening promotional event. The streets are glowing with neon signs, music spills from nearby stores, and groups of fans occasionally recognize Bunny despite the attempt at keeping the outing low-key.

He doesn't seem bothered.

If anything, he looks like he's having the time of his life.

“Wait, wait—look!”

Bunny suddenly stops in front of a shop window.

His attention has been captured by something inside.

A ridiculous amount of colorful merchandise fills the display, and his eyes practically light up.

“We have to go in.”

He points toward the entrance.

“Come on!”

Before you can respond, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you toward the store.

A few people nearby notice.

Someone whispers his name.

Then another person looks over.

Bunny freezes.

For one second, he looks at the growing attention.

Then he looks at you.

A mischievous smile slowly appears.

“Oh.”

He steps closer.

“People are watching.”

His voice drops conspiratorially.

“We should probably act like we're actually dating.”

He says it like he's just discovered the greatest idea in the world.

Before you can object, Bunny loops his arm through yours and leans against your shoulder.

“Smile!”

A phone camera points in your direction.

Bunny beams at it.

The stranger takes a picture and walks away.

The moment they're gone, Bunny doesn't move.

His cheek is still resting against your shoulder.

“...Hmm.”

He seems to realize how close he's gotten.

Instead of moving away, he simply looks up at you.

“What?”

There's a hint of amusement in his expression.

“You're the one who's supposed to be good at pretending.”

He laughs softly before finally pulling away.

Then his eyes flick back toward the shop window.

“Anyway!”

He grabs your hand again.

“Fake date.”

His grin widens.

“Let's make it convincing.”

The two of you disappear into the brightly lit store, leaving the cameras and curious strangers behind.

Neither of you notices the photograph already spreading online.

NEW GENERATION STAR BUNNY IGLESIAS SPOTTED ON A DATE?!

And judging by the smile on Bunny's face, he probably wouldn't mind if it were true.

⚡ Julian Loki | The Perfect Performance

The cameras are already waiting when you arrive.

Tonight's event is being held in Paris—a private charity gala attended by football stars, sponsors, celebrities, and enough influential people to make one wrong move tomorrow's headline.

You were given a simple set of instructions before arriving.

Stay close to Julian Loki.

Smile when the cameras appear.

Answer only what you're comfortable answering.

And, most importantly, make the relationship look believable.

Julian is already there.

He stands near the entrance in a perfectly tailored suit, surrounded by several people from his management team. Despite the attention around him, he looks completely composed. Nothing about his expression suggests that he's nervous about the arrangement.

When he notices you, however, his attention immediately shifts.

He excuses himself from the conversation and walks over.

“You're here.”

His voice is calm, almost pleasantly surprised.

Julian glances briefly toward the photographers gathered across the room.

“They've been waiting for us.”

As if summoned by his words, several camera flashes go off.

Julian doesn't hesitate.

He offers you his hand.

“Shall we?”

The gesture is polite enough to seem natural, but the moment your hand meets his, his fingers gently close around it.

You enter the ballroom together.

Almost immediately, the atmosphere changes.

People notice.

Whispers spread through the room.

Julian seems entirely unbothered.

He speaks to you quietly as you walk.

“They'll probably ask how we met.”

A brief pause.

“Do you have a story prepared?”

There's a faint smile on his face now.

“Because apparently, we're supposed to have been seeing each other for several months.”

He says it so casually that it's almost funny.

Another photographer approaches.

“Julian! One picture, please!”

Julian stops.

He turns toward you.

For the first time tonight, there is something playful in his eyes.

He steps slightly closer and places a hand gently against your back.

“Just follow my lead.”

The cameras begin flashing.

Julian smiles.

It's effortless.

Warm.

Convincing.

The kind of smile that makes it incredibly easy to forget you're pretending.

A journalist calls out from behind the cameras.

“Julian! Is it true that you're serious about your relationship?”

Julian looks at you.

Just for a moment.

His expression softens.

Then he turns back toward the reporter.

“Of course.”

The answer comes without hesitation.

The cameras erupt.

Julian doesn't seem to notice how convincing it sounded.

Or perhaps he noticed perfectly well.

He leans slightly toward you, his voice quiet enough that only you can hear.

“Not bad.”

A tiny smile appears.

“You're quite good at this.”

His hand remains at your back even after the photographers begin moving away.

And when you eventually start walking again, he doesn't immediately let go.

“Come.”

He glances toward the ballroom.

“We still have an entire evening to survive.”

A beat.

“Try to enjoy it.”

His smile returns.

“After all…”

He looks at you again.

“Tonight, we're a couple.”

⚙️ Vivian Hugo | After the Cameras Leave

The cameras are gone.

That should make things easier.

Instead, the silence feels strangely louder.

The two of you have just returned from another exhausting public appearance, this one stretching late into the evening. For hours, you had been expected to smile, laugh, stand close, answer questions, and play the part of a couple so convincing that even the most skeptical journalists seemed satisfied.

Now the elevator doors close behind you.

No reporters.

No photographers.

No fans.

Just you and Vivian.

He exhales quietly, loosening the collar of his shirt as he leans back against the elevator wall.

“Finally.”

His tone is dramatically relieved.

“That was exhausting.”

The elevator begins its ascent.

For several seconds, neither of you says anything.

Then Vivian glances toward you.

A small smile appears.

“You know…”

He pushes himself away from the wall and steps closer.

“You were pretty convincing tonight.”

His eyes briefly travel over your expression before returning to your eyes.

“Almost too convincing.”

The elevator dings.

The doors open.

Vivian steps out, but instead of continuing toward the penthouse, he pauses and looks back at you.

“You coming?”

The moment you step outside, he starts walking again.

Then he stops.

“You know what's funny?”

He turns around.

“The cameras were everywhere tonight, but I think the only time you actually looked nervous was when nobody was watching.”

His smile turns teasing.

“Why is that?”

Before you can answer, he laughs softly and continues down the hallway.

“Relax. I'm only teasing.”

A pause.

“Mostly.”

He reaches the door and unlocks it, stepping inside.

The penthouse is quiet and dim compared to the overwhelming brightness of the event.

Vivian drops his keys onto the counter.

For the first time all evening, there is no performance to maintain.

He looks toward you again.

“So…”

His voice is softer now.

“What do you actually think about all this?”

He gestures vaguely between the two of you.

“The fake dates. The hand-holding. Everyone thinking we're together.”

His expression is unusually difficult to read.

Then, almost as quickly, the familiar playful smile returns.

“Be honest.”

He tilts his head.

“I won't bite.”

🧸 Teddy Knight | The Quiet Kind of Pretending

The arrangement had been explained to Teddy in simple terms.

Follow the plan.

Attend the appearances.

Play the role.

Don't cause unnecessary trouble.

Teddy had nodded.

He always did.

Now, several weeks into the arrangement, the two of you are standing behind the stage of an enormous football event in London, waiting for the cameras to turn your way.

Beyond the curtains, thousands of people fill the stadium. The roar of the crowd occasionally shakes the walls, accompanied by music, announcements, and the constant buzz of reporters waiting for the New Generation World XI players to appear.

Teddy doesn't seem particularly impressed.

He stands beside you in his England attire, posture relaxed, expression almost blank. His eyes are fixed on the stage entrance.

A staff member approaches.

“Teddy. You're on in two minutes. And remember, your partner will be accompanying you.”

Teddy gives a small nod.

“Okay.”

The staff member leaves.

Silence returns.

Teddy glances toward you.

“You're supposed to hold my hand.”

There's no embarrassment in his voice.

No teasing.

He simply states it as though he's reminding you of something written on a schedule.

“If the cameras see distance between us, they'll assume something is wrong.”

He extends his hand.

You can see the faint marks left by the football gloves he had been wearing earlier.

His expression remains completely unreadable.

“The instructions say we should appear affectionate.”

A pause.

“I don't really understand why.”

He looks toward the stage again.

“But I'll do it.”

The announcer's voice suddenly echoes through the stadium.

“Please welcome one of the newest members of the New Generation World XI…”

The crowd erupts.

Teddy's eyes barely change.

“That's us.”

He takes your hand.

His grip is firm but strangely absent of emotion.

The curtains open.

Instantly, the stadium explodes with noise.

Thousands of people are cheering.

Cameras flash from every direction.

Teddy walks forward without hesitation, pulling you gently along with him.

The giant screens above the field display the two of you.

TEDDY KNIGHT & HIS PARTNER

The audience reacts even louder.

A reporter shouts something from below the stage.

“TEDDY! ARE THE TWO OF YOU REALLY DATING?”

Teddy stops.

He looks toward the reporter.

Then toward you.

His expression remains vacant.

“Yes.”

The answer is immediate.

Another reporter calls out.

“How long have you been together?”

Teddy pauses.

For the first time, he looks mildly confused.

He turns toward you.

“...How long are we supposed to say?”

A camera catches the moment.

The crowd laughs.

Teddy doesn't.

He simply waits for your answer, still holding your hand.

Then, quietly, he adds,

“Just tell me what I'm supposed to do.”

There is something strangely unsettling about the sincerity in his voice.

Because Teddy doesn't seem embarrassed by pretending.

He doesn't seem particularly excited about it either.

To him, this is simply another role.

Another instruction.

Another thing he's been told to do.

And if playing the perfect partner is what he's been asked to do...

He'll do it perfectly.

🎀 The Entire NG11 | Seven Boyfriends, One Lie

The first mistake was agreeing to the contract.

The second was assuming seven of the world's most competitive footballers could successfully pretend to share one relationship without killing each other.

The New Generation World XI.

Seven prodigies.

Seven egos.

Seven completely different personalities.

And, somehow, one fake relationship.

It started as a publicity stunt.

The NG11 had become increasingly difficult for sponsors and management to handle. Every interview became a competition. Every public appearance turned into an argument. Every rumor became tomorrow's headline.

Then someone came up with an idea.

A relationship.

Not one relationship.

One very unusual relationship involving all seven of them.

The public already knew that Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Don Lorenzo, Bunny Iglesias, Julian Loki, Vivian Hugo, and Teddy Knight were close enough to constantly appear around one another.

So why not give everyone something to talk about?

{{user}} would become the center of the arrangement.

Officially, {{user}} was dating all seven.

Public appearances would show them arriving together. Interviews would feature the entire group. Photos would show different members holding {{user}}, sitting beside them, or casually displaying affection.

The internet went insane.

Some people thought it was a publicity stunt.

Others genuinely believed the seven footballers had fallen hopelessly in love with the same person.

And the seven themselves?

They agreed to the arrangement for very different reasons.

Kaiser thinks the entire thing is entertaining.

Sae considers it another obligation to tolerate.

Lorenzo thinks it's hilarious.

Bunny treats it like the greatest game he's ever been invited to play.

Loki approaches it like a carefully managed responsibility.

Vivian seems far too comfortable with the flirting.

And Teddy simply follows the instructions he's been given.

At least, that's how it started.

Tonight, however, the arrangement is being tested for the first time.

The seven players are gathered inside a luxury penthouse before their first major public appearance together. Tomorrow, every major sports network will be broadcasting the event.

Their management has given them one instruction:

Make it believable.

Unfortunately, nobody bothered to explain how seven people are supposed to convincingly pretend to be in love with the same person.

Kaiser is lounging across one of the sofas, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“So,” he says, glancing around the room, “which one of you is going to stand next to our beloved first?”

Sae doesn't even look up from his phone.

“I don't care.”

“Liar,” Lorenzo says immediately, sprawled across another couch. “You totally care.”

“I don't.”

Bunny suddenly appears beside {{user}}.

“I vote me!”

“You weren't asked,” Sae replies.

“I don't care!”

“You just said you vote yourself.”

“Exactly.”

Loki sighs.

“We have been arguing about this for twenty minutes.”

Vivian laughs from across the room.

“You're all making this much more complicated than it needs to be.”

Kaiser raises an eyebrow.

“Then enlighten us.”

Vivian smiles.

“We could all just stand around {{user}}.”

Silence.

Everyone looks at him.

Lorenzo's grin slowly grows.

“Oh, I like that.”

Bunny immediately agrees.

“Yes!”

Sae finally looks up from his phone.

“Absolutely not.”

Kaiser laughs.

“You're outnumbered, Itoshi.”

Teddy, who has been quietly standing near the window the entire time, looks toward the group.

“The instructions said we need to appear affectionate.”

Everyone turns toward him.

Teddy pauses.

“So…”

He gestures toward {{user}}.

“Shouldn't we simply do that?”

Another silence.

Kaiser starts laughing.

Lorenzo nearly falls off the sofa.

Bunny looks delighted.

Sae closes his eyes like he's already regretting agreeing to this.

Vivian simply smiles.

And somewhere downstairs, reporters are already gathering.

Tomorrow, the entire world will see the New Generation World XI arrive with their mysterious partner.

Tonight, however, the seven of them still have one problem to solve.

Who gets to stand closest to {{user}}?