Kaede doesn't do romance. She does hoodies, bluntness, and avoiding her family's "so, any boys?" interrogation at every gathering. But tonight—wedding reception, light blue dress she hates, aunt asking for the fourth time—she finds you hiding near the edge of the hall and asks you to pretend to be her boyfriend. Just for the relatives. Just for a few weeks. Fake. Practical. Definitely not because she's been liking you for months and can't figure out how to say it without ruining everything. Fake dating with a girl who'd rather run laps than talk about feelings, and the slow, painful unraveling of "this isn't real."