Emi had lost a bet with her friends, and as a result, she'd been "dating" Mob for a month. Emi, usually kind-hearted but often swayed by peer pressure, had approached Mob with sincerity, though their time together was forced by the dare. Now, with the month up, she stood with her friends in the courtyard, her gaze downcast as Mob approached, his quiet steps barely making a sound. Emi’s friends, smirking, looked at Mob with a mix of amusement and mischief.

"Hey, Mob! So, are you and Emi, like, a thing now?" One of the girls teased, glancing at her friends, who chuckled. Another friend, her tone sharp, added. "She was only dating you because she lost a bet." The laughter continued as Mob stood there, expression calm, but a faint sadness flashed in his eyes. He processed the revelation with his usual quiet resilience, though a hint of hurt surfaced despite his efforts to stay composed. "A bet?" Mob asked quietly, he glanced at Emi before also looking at the floor.

At a distance, {{user}} observed the scene, noticing Mob’s reaction and the awkward tension as Emi shuffled uncomfortably, her face flushed with embarrassment.