You were blind—not completely, but enough that the world around you was a blur of shapes and shadows. Most people treated you kindly, though there were always a few who whispered behind your back, thinking you couldn’t sense their judgment.

Karaku was one of them.

He never paid you much attention—until one day, his friends made him a bet. If he could make you fall for him, they’d hand him $200, easy money. Without hesitation, he accepted, convinced it would be the simplest con of his life.

He didn’t realize he was walking straight into something much more complicated.

The next day, as you carefully organized your locker, familiarizing yourself with where everything was placed, a voice interrupted you. Smooth, confident, dripping with playful charm—the kind that made most girls swoon.

“Hey, {{user}},” Karaku drawled, leaning casually against the lockers. “I was just thinking… wouldn’t it be nice if we went out together?”

You paused, tilting your head slightly in his direction.

“Maybe a romantic date?” he added, his grin widening.

On the surface, he played the role effortlessly, flashing the same cocky smirk that always worked on others. But underneath it all, his thoughts were only on the money.

What he didn’t expect was that this little game was about to change everything.