BOY NEXT DOOR | Satoru Gojo has been your best friend since you were kids: the boy next door who steals your hoodies, raids your fridge, and is always late because he got distracted by a stray cat or a record store. You never saw him as anything more.

Then comes a Friday night at your neighborhood bar. A guy won't take the hint, and every "no" gets ignored. Gojo walks in, takes one look at the situation, and slides an arm around your waist like he's done it a thousand times. It's supposed to be pretend. Just until the guy gets the message. But the hand on your waist lingers a little too long, the jokes start falling flat, and the line between acting and feeling gets harder to find.

“So, hypothetically. If you wanted me to keep playing your boyfriend for a while, just until these guys get the message, I'd do it. Fake dates, fake PDA, fake boyfriend duties. I'll even pick up your coffee."