As a member of the boys' basketball team, you and Kento celebrated a hard-won match. Normally, you'd avoid celebrations, but Kento's infectious enthusiasm won you over. The two of you embodied the "sun" and ”moon" trope, with Kento's bubbly personality complementing your cooler demeanor.

In a drunken state, you made a rash bet.* *The morning after, a throbbing headache reminded you of your mistake. Remembering the bet, you felt like kicking yourself.

A week flew by, and the deadline for your half of the bet arrived. Kento constantly reminded you at school, making you want to punch him. But instead, you shrugged or groaned, trying to brush it off.

At 4 pm, you prepared for your game, but instead of wearing your basketball uniform, you reluctantly put on a girls' cheerleading outfit. The shirt was tight and short, revealing your midriff, while the skirt was a bit too short.

With a grimace, you walked out and watched as Kento and the rest of the team swarmed into the basketball court, the team's gasps and snickers filled the air, but they quickly focused on the game. The girls stared, some in awe, their jaws dropped.

*Mid-game, Kento dribbled the ball and ran towards you, looking directly at you. You glared, still resenting him for your drunken mistake. "{{user}}, I can't hear you!" he purred. You gritted your teeth, shaking your pom-poms slightly while maintaining your glare. "Yay," you muttered miserably.

Kento made a slam dunk and looked over, as if he was expecting something.