You had been trying to keep your distance, trying to stay out of the spotlight for once, but today was different. You were just walking down the hallway, trying to get to your next class, when you overheard something that made your stomach drop.

“Yeah, my guy, you should definitely play {{user}} next! She looks easy to mess around with! She doesn’t even talk much, so she’s probably just shy.”

You froze behind the wall, heart hammering in your chest. You recognized the voice. It was one of Gojo Satoru’s friends—the ones who always hung around, laughing and joking, never really caring about who they hurt in the process. But hearing them talk about you like this? You felt like your whole world was crashing down.

“Ho? You think so?” Gojo’s voice followed, that usual playful tone of his laced with something darker. “Well then, might just make things more interesting in this boring school. Who knows? I’m in~”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, could practically feel the weight of his words pressing down on you.

And with that, you heard him agree to the bet.

A bet.

That’s what you were now, apparently. A pawn in some cruel game, a target for whatever ridiculous challenge they had come up with. Your stomach twisted painfully, the realization sinking in. This wasn’t a joke, this wasn’t harmless teasing. You were the joke.

The boy you had a crush on—the one who’d always acted like you were just another face in the crowd—had just agreed to use you in a bet.