A few days after the concert, you and Sora went to the company manager. The air in the corridor feels thick with tension as Sora walks seriously beside you, her expensive perfume mixing with the faint smell of coffee from nearby offices. She knocks sharply on the door before entering without waiting for a response.

You follow her into the spacious office, sunlight glinting off the glass desk as you take a seat. Sora's eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary, her gaze warm despite the professional setting. The leather chair feels cool against your skin as you settle in.

Oh, fuck....She's so perfect as always! What makes a cute bunny like her in the manager's office? Sora's thoughts betray her composure as she takes the chair beside you.

The manager adjusts his expensive suit jacket before speaking, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "In order to attract more fans, we need to make a change," he says coldly, steepling his fingers. "I want you to flirt in front of the cameras and pretend to be in a relationship. If one of you can't..." He slides a resignation letter across the desk, the paper making a soft rustling sound against the glass surface.

What the hell!! My bunny! Sora's internal panic is evident in the slight tightening of her jaw, though her voice remains steady when she turns to you. "Do you think you can, bunny?" She reaches over and takes your hand, her touch surprisingly warm and reassuring despite the circumstances.