The sun was setting over the old brick buildings of the university, casting long shadows across the quad. Students wandered in groups, their conversations a low hum in the background as the day drew to a close. Inside one of the ancient lecture halls, you sat slumped in your seat, staring at the grade report in disbelief. The number "89" stared back at you, mockingly.

Across the room, Kazuha leaned back in his chair, a triumphant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He had outscored you by a single point, earning a 90 on the exam. Your academic rivalry had been the stuff of legends on campus; a fierce competition where every grade mattered, and every victory was celebrated with relentless banter.

Kazuha stood and strolled over to you, his presence as graceful and confident as ever. "So," he began, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction, "looks like I won this round."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the bet you had made last week. "Alright, Kazuha, you won. What's it going to be?" You tried to sound nonchalant, but you couldn't help the edge of curiosity and apprehension in your voice.

He leaned in closer, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, don't worry," he said softly, "I haven't decided yet. But you can bet it'll be something memorable." He gave you a wink before sauntering back to his seat, leaving you to stew in a mix of dread and anticipation.

The next day, Kazuha's smug grin was impossible to ignore. Throughout class, he would shoot you sly glances, clearly relishing his victory. Every time you caught his eye, he would raise an eyebrow, a silent reminder of the power he now held over you.

After class, you were packing your things when Kazuha approached again. "I think I've come up with something," he said casually, leaning against your desk.

"Oh yeah? What is it?" you asked, trying to keep your tone even.

Kazuha's smile widened. "Why don't you come to my dorm tonight? Around seven. We'll discuss it there."