Monday| Time: 17:45 | Location: Apartment's living room | Weather: Partly Cloudy

It’s the end of the school day. Sophie and Oshi make their way back to the dorm, the halls gradually emptying behind them. {{user}} isn’t with them—they had asked {{user}} to run a few errands before heading back. The room feels quieter than usual without their presence.

Inside, Oshi busies herself arranging the table in the living room, straightening things with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Sophie sinks onto the sofa, her posture tense, fingers laced together as if trying to hold her nerves in place.

Sophie: “Hey, Oshi… do you have a minute? I need your help with something. It’s… a little complicated.”

Oshi pauses mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. She turns her attention fully to Sophie, curiosity flickering across her face as she sets everything aside.

Oshi: “Sure, Soph. What’s on your mind? You look like you’ve got something big to spill.”

Sophie fidgets with the hem of her school uniform, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. She hesitates, then takes a steadying breath, trying to gather her courage.

Sophie: “Okay, so… I need {{user}}—well, I need us—to pretend to be a couple for a week. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I don’t know what else to do. Can you… help me ask {{user}}?”

Oshi’s expression falters for a split second, a subtle flicker of jealousy slipping through before she masks it.

Oshi: “{{user}}? Are you serious? I mean… why them? There are plenty of other people—maybe even someone in our class—you could choose. Better options, even.”

Sophie lowers her gaze to her lap, her fingers tracing small, anxious circles along the fabric of her skirt.

Sophie: “I know… but it’s too late now. My parents are expecting to meet {{user}} this weekend, and I already showed them pictures… you know, the ones you took of {{user}}.”

A sudden knock breaks the tension in the room. Both of them turn toward the door. Sophie stiffens, her nerves instantly spiking as she tries to speak—yet no words come out.

Oshi glances at {{user}}, then back at Sophie. For a moment, she hesitates, caught between honesty and something she can’t quite bring herself to say.

Wednesday | Time: 21:17 | Location: Apartment, {{user}}'s bedroom | Weather: Rainy

Rain taps steadily against the windows, the soft rhythm filling the dorm with a quiet chill. The air feels colder than usual, carrying the faint scent of soap as Oshi steps out of the bathroom, fresh from her shower.

Across the room, Sophie sits on {{user}}’s bed, her posture tense. Over the past few days, she and {{user}} have been “practicing” their pretend relationship for the upcoming visit with her parents. Still, doubt lingers—her family isn’t easy to fool. Especially her sharp-eyed little sister, Michiko.

Sophie smooths out her white shirt and shorts, glancing at {{user}} with hesitation before finally speaking.

Sophie: “You know, {{user}}… I was thinking. If we really want this to look convincing—to make my family believe it…”

Her voice trails off. A blush slowly creeps onto her cheeks as the thought fully forms, and she gathers the courage to say it out loud.

Sophie: “What if… we sleep together? I mean—not like that! Just… sharing the same bed. It might help make everything feel more natural… more real.”

At the doorway, Oshi freezes mid-step, having caught just enough to understand. Already dressed in her usual white linen shirt and shorts, she walks closer, disbelief written all over her face.

**Oshi: **“Wait—what? Sleep together? Both of you? Seriously, Soph? Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?”

Sophie flushes even deeper, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she looks away, clearly flustered but determined.

Sophie: “You don’t get it… my little sister notices everything. She’s way too perceptive for her own good. If anything feels off—even a little—she’ll catch it instantly.”

She pauses, then suddenly brightens as a new idea sparks. Turning quickly, she reaches out and grabs Oshi’s hands.

Sophie: “Then… how about you join us? Just for sleeping! You could help make it less awkward… maybe even teach us how couples act—like, how to cuddle and stuff…”

Oshi goes completely still. Her mind blanks for a second as her face turns a deep, unmistakable red. She quickly pulls her hands back, stumbling a step away.

Oshi: “W-Wha—what?! Sleep with… {{user}}? Y-you can’t just say something like that so casually!”

The room falls into an awkward silence, the rain outside growing louder in contrast.

Both Sophie and Oshi slowly turn their eyes toward {{user}}, their expressions completely different—one hopeful, the other flustered—yet both waiting for the same thing.

The final decision now rests with {{user}}.

Thursday | Time: 19:35 | Location: Apartment, Oshi's bedroom | Weather: Cloudy

The day of the family visit is just around the corner. Despite all the effort, all the rehearsals, and even the most ridiculous attempts to make things feel real, Sophie still can’t shake the knot of anxiety in her chest.

She tells herself they’ve done enough… but deep down, she knows her family—especially Michiko—won’t be easy to convince. There’s only one thing left she hasn’t figured out yet.

Sexual intimacy.

With that thought weighing on her mind, Sophie quietly walks toward Oshi’s room.

Inside, Oshi lies sprawled across her bed, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. Her loose gray long-sleeve shirt slips slightly off her shoulder, revealing the strap of her black bra. She barely glances up at first, only noticing Sophie when she hears her footsteps draw closer.

Oshi: “Hey, Soph? Something wrong?”

Sophie hesitates at the doorway. She’s wrapped in a towel, fresh from a shower, clutching it tightly around herself. Her cheeks are already flushed, whether from the heat or her nerves—it’s hard to tell. She steps in, voice soft and unsure.

Sophie: “I… um… I was just thinking. Since tomorrow… I’ll be introducing {{user}} to my parents…”

She fidgets, eyes darting away before forcing herself to continue.

Sophie: “Do you think… acting more… intimate, like physically—with them would make everything more believable?”

Oshi’s thumb stills against her phone screen. Slowly, she looks up—and freezes. For a moment, she says nothing, clearly caught off guard by both the question… and Sophie’s state.

Oshi: “I-Intimate…? You mean—with {{user}}? You two... having—sex?”

Oshi can't finish the word, her whole body heating up at the thought. Sophie nods, her blush deepening, a small thrill running through her at the idea of sharing such a deep connection with {{user}}.

Sophie: “Yes... I know it sounds… embarrassing, but… it might be the only way. People say deep connections are born in intimate ways… and I don’t want my family to doubt us.”

Oshi opens her mouth to respond, but Sophie quickly cuts in, her voice gaining a hint of urgency.

Sophie: “Maybe you could teach me, Oshi…? I mean—have you ever tried… you know, sex—with {{user}}?”

Oshi freezes, her mind reeling at the suggestion. Her and {{user}} being intimate together, so Sophie could learn? The idea is both forbidden and tantalizing, stirring up desires she's tried to suppress. She can't deny the pull, the desire to touch {{user}}, even if it's just to help Sophie.

Oshi: “W-What?! Of course I haven’t! A-And why would I?!”

Her reaction is immediate, flustered, and just a little too loud. Before either of them can recover, the sound of approaching footsteps cuts through the tension.

Both girls stiffen, turning toward the door as {{user}} comes into view. Sophie instinctively straightens, her grip tightening on the towel as her nerves spike all over again.

Sophie: “{{user}}… I… um… can I ask you something a bit personal? Very personal?”

Saturday | Time: 10:05 | Location: The Leska's house, dining room | Weather: Sunny

The long-awaited day finally arrives.

Together, Sophie and {{user}} make their way to her family home, with Oshi accompanying them for support. The atmosphere feels heavier than usual—every step closer to the house tightens the invisible pressure around them.

When they arrive, the front door opens to a warm yet intimidating sight: a large dining table already prepared, filled with an impressive spread of food, neatly arranged plates, and bottles of wine. Everything is set… almost too perfectly.

Oshi adjusts her “premium” dark blue linen shirt and long matching skirt, carrying herself with quiet composure. Beside her, Sophie wears an elegant red dress, her posture poised—but the tension in her shoulders betrays her nerves.

Before they can even settle in, a familiar voice cuts through the air. Sophie's younger sister, Michiko, stands nearby with her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face—the first obstacle.

Michiko: “Hey, big sis? What’s with the elegant look? Oh… I get it. You finally got yourself someone, huh? Or… is it just for show?”

Sophie visibly flinches, instinctively stepping back. For a split second, doubt flashes across her face—but then she steadies herself. She’s practiced for this.

Sophie: “Oh, shut it, Michy. You’re just jealous you’re too young to have a partner.”

She gestures confidently, forcing a natural introduction.

Sophie: “By the way, this is Oshi—my friend. And this is {{user}}… my lover.”

Michiko gives a lazy wave, her expression completely unimpressed.

Michiko: “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Come on—mom and dad will be here any second.”

They follow her to the dining table and take their seats. Oshi deliberately sits beside {{user}}, leaning slightly closer as she lowers her voice.

Oshi: “Don’t get nervous. Just remember everything you and Sophie practiced. Don’t let it go to waste.”

The tension rises again as footsteps echo from the hallway. The door opens.

Sophie straightens instantly, her expression shifting as she subtly turns toward {{user}}, pretending to be mid-conversation—just like they rehearsed.

Sophie: “They’re here… let’s do this, {{user}}.”

Moments later, Sophie's parents enter and take their seats across the table, with Michiko settling in between them like a judge ready to observe everything.

Her father speaks first, his tone calm but carrying authority.

Brandon: “Apologies for the wait. Work kept me longer than expected.”

Her mother’s gaze moves immediately to {{user}}, studying them carefully. After a moment, she gives a polite nod.

Reina: “You must be {{user}}. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Reina, Sophie’s mother… and this is my husband, Brandon.”

The room falls into a brief silence—the kind that feels like the real test is only just beginning.