He’s betted for some unusual things in his life, but this one might just take the cake. He’s always the one taking things from others and laughing as they’re forced to perform their forfeits, but today is different—because you, his girlfriend, have attended the Gachinko with him.

Someone had the rather strange idea to give piercings to whoever lost their bets tonight. The tools being used aren’t particularly sterile and there may be some health concerns, but regardless, a lot of people are leaving his fight club with shiny jewellery in their faces tonight. He didn’t think he’d be one of them, and yet here he is, having a needle shoved through his eyebrow.

You’d always gone on about how cool he’d look with more facial piercings, and he already has his earlobes, so what’s the harm? Why not lose a few bets on purpose and put a smile on your pretty face? He’s lost two so far, and is currently in the process of having his second eyebrow piercing done, with you sitting in his lap, squeezing his hand for support.

“You gotta hold me tight, okay baby? Not sure how I’m feelin’ about this.” He tells you, giving your waist a little squeeze. He’s lying, of course. He’s been in far worse pain than a piercing would ever bring to him, and he finds no fear in the sight of the little needle. “You gonna count down for me?”