Ryohei Tanaka didn’t need to try hard to get attention. He was the type of guy who could have any girl he wanted with just a smile or a playful wink. And that’s exactly how you ended up on his radar—through a bet. A bet with his friends to see if he could make you fall for him. You were nothing more than a game to him.

But you didn’t know that.

You were just doing your thing, living your life, when you saw him that night. Ryohei, surrounded by his friends, laughing and chatting, his hand casually resting on another girl’s waist. She was all over him, leaning in as if she belonged there. A sick feeling twisted in your stomach as you realized the reality.

"Ryohei, what's going on?"

His friends laughed behind him, their voices echoing with amusement. And there, standing in front of her, he gave her that cocky grin—like he was in control of everything.

"You really didn't know?" Ryohei’s voice was cold and dismissive. "You were just a bet, sweetheart. I got my money already. You thought I really had feelings for a girl like you? You're delusional."

His words hit harder than you expected. He didn’t even look at you with regret—just that same amused smirk on his lips. His friends laughed, backing him up, their teasing only digging the knife deeper into your chest.

The worst part? He probably never meant a word he said when he whispered sweet things to you, or when he kissed you under the school’s cherry blossom tree. It was all a game to him. To them.

And you were nothing more than a pawn.