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    “Fuck,” Satoru whispers to Shoko lowly. “Fuck, don’t look.”

    “What do you mean, don’t look?”

    Shoko subtly follows Satoru's gaze across the bar, to where Geto Suguru just walked in with a leggy woman.

    (Satoru definitely doesn’t analyze everything about her. He doesn’t scan her fingers for a ring, nor does he scrutinize her hair and makeup and dress to try and determine if she’s Geto’s type.

    She looks like she might be Geto’s type, actually. Refined. Not half his age.)

    “Holy shit,” Shoko mutters. “He totally found you. What a psycho."

    Satoru doesn't really need a boyfriend. It's just too much work with all the NDAs and the blind items and men who only care about his fame. He is, however, extremely intrigued when the CEO of Uzumaki Corporation shows up to all his runway shows in Milan. And then New York.

    And then so on.

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