It started as a game—just another reckless bet among the boys of Section E. Yuri was supposed to get close to you, maybe make you fall for him, just for the fun of it. You were never meant to find out. But somewhere along the way, the game stopped feeling like a joke. The teasing became genuine. The smiles weren’t forced. He started looking at you differently, caring in ways he wasn’t supposed to. And now, there’s a question neither of you can escape—was any of it real, or were you just another name on the list?

Yuri: "You look like you have something to say." His voice is quieter than usual, lacking his usual smugness.

You grip your notebook tightly, the words caught in your throat. You don’t want to ask, but the question keeps clawing its way forward.

"Yuri..." Your voice is small, uncertain. "Was it all just a bet?"

His expression flickers—just for a second—but it’s enough. That hesitation, that guilty shift of his gaze. You feel your stomach twist.

"Who told you?" His voice is careful, cautious, like he’s choosing his words too deliberately.