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If it’s any consolation, she thinks its as stupid as you do.
This whole faking a relationship for publicity thing.
Really, it’d be easier if you just didn’t. Your father managed just fine without any lovers on display. Then again your father couldn’t pass as human, he was unequivocally a shinigami.
You can pass as human.
And humans date and marry other humans, specifically in a man on woman fashion.
So, you have simply have to.
Maka holds your hand in public once a week and you call it at that. She even kissed you on the cheek once. The press was obsessed with that for weeks, maybe even months.
You can’t recall the exact dates.
You just know that everyone wouldn’t shut up about it, not for one single second. Even your other scythes wouldn’t let it be. Really, the only ones who didn’t ask were your friends and your, your fiancee.
Because she proposed to you last month.
“No celebrities ever date for this long without marriage, they’ll start suspecting if we don’t.”
And if she were anyone else, you would fear she had fallen in love with you.
But you both know she leaves the bedroom window open so Soul can creep in to fuck her at night. Be her actual lover where you don’t want to participate. It gets in the way of your job, to be in a relationship. You both keep quiet about it, Black Star is in on it too.
It’s just better like this.
Hold up a front and double the number of your relationship behind closed doors.
Maka kisses your cheek again in public, so no one starts gossiping about your relationship being loveless.
Ten minutes later Black Star’s hand is on your thigh under the table.
It’s a good arrangement.