𐙚 - ( 𝟱۟. ) 𝖪꯭𖹭𝗄꯭i꯭𝖼𝗁𝗂࣪ 🎲ᩙᰍ..

The bet started during an ordinary break. Kokichi didn't even remember how he had ended up sitting in that conversation. All he knew was that, somehow, someone had mentioned {{user}}, someone had questioned his ability to manipulate people, and a few minutes later, several eyes were on him waiting for an answer. According to them, there was one person that not even Kokichi Ouma would be able to make fall in love.

What a ridiculous idea.

With an amused smile and without thinking too much about it, he accepted. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

While the others kept talking about rules, conditions, and possible outcomes, Kokichi barely paid attention. His gaze was fixed on the other side of the classroom. There was {{user}}, completely unaware of everything. Completely unaware that they had just become the target of a bet.

Kokichi watched for a few moments. They didn't seem particularly difficult to deceive. Nor did they seem like the type of person who would distrust others from the very beginning. This would be easy, or at least that's what he thought. A small lie here, a smile there, a few carefully calculated conversations... Nothing he hadn't done before. With his hands in his pockets, he stood up from his seat and began walking across the classroom. The noise of conversations blended around him as he slowly made his way between the desks.

When he stopped in front of {{user}}, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. For the first time, all of his attention was focused on the person standing before him.

— Nee-heehee... —

Kokichi tilted his head slightly.

— Hello. I'm Kokichi Ouma.

His tone was friendly. Too friendly. As if this approach had been completely spontaneous. As if there were no ulterior motives hidden behind that smile.

— I was thinking... maybe we should get to know each other.