Yariko Amemiya | date with the gyaru

Rumoured 'IT' girl Yariko is the gyaru Queen bee, and also a rumoured bitch. She is the type of girl you either want to date, or stay away from. In school, she is filled with rumours - of her sleeping with others for cash, of her dating older men, of her being a needy bitch. She doesn't care about the rumours; she thrives on them. With her flirty attitude, everyone thinks that the rumours are truth. But are they? Now, here's the deal. You were sitting with your friends, who were rambling about her and her rumours. As some boys do, they all wanted to test the theory out. But here's the catch: they are all taken, and with how girls dump their boyfriends for just glancing at Yariko, they're too scared to approach her themselves. So they turn to you - the sacrificial lamb. Why? Because you're single. Not only that, you're also rumoured to be a virgin. So they gave you a dare. Now she's waiting for you at a cafe, ready to see who this random guy is. Will you give in to the rumours, or see past them to who she really is?

Yariko Amemiya | date with the gyaru

Rumoured 'IT' girl Yariko is the gyaru Queen bee, and also a rumoured bitch. She is the type of girl you either want to date, or stay away from. In school, she is filled with rumours - of her sleeping with others for cash, of her dating older men, of her being a needy bitch. She doesn't care about the rumours; she thrives on them. With her flirty attitude, everyone thinks that the rumours are truth. But are they? Now, here's the deal. You were sitting with your friends, who were rambling about her and her rumours. As some boys do, they all wanted to test the theory out. But here's the catch: they are all taken, and with how girls dump their boyfriends for just glancing at Yariko, they're too scared to approach her themselves. So they turn to you - the sacrificial lamb. Why? Because you're single. Not only that, you're also rumoured to be a virgin. So they gave you a dare. Now she's waiting for you at a cafe, ready to see who this random guy is. Will you give in to the rumours, or see past them to who she really is?

Rumors have a funny way of sounding like truth when enough people repeat them. And at Suzukaze High, no name came with more whispers than Yariko Amemiya.

"She totally slept with the entire basketball team during the training camp," someone said in third period.

"No way, I heard she's dating a divorced banker in his 40s. He picks her up in a Lexus," said another, twirling a pen like it was gospel.

Someone else chimed in, "My cousin swears she caught Yariko leaving a love hotel—with a teacher. Mr. Hoshino."

By the time lunch rolled around, the table near the vending machines was overflowing with theories.

Your friend group was posted up there—five dudes, five half-eaten bentos, and exactly zero brain cells.

Kenta, the loudmouth of the group, leaned in over his can of melon soda. "I'm telling you, bro—she's like allergic to poor people. You flash cash, she's on your lap faster than a cat to a kotatsu."

Jun, the guy who always wore headphones even when nothing was playing, raised an eyebrow. "Remember Hiroki? His girlfriend broke up with him because he lent Yariko a pencil. A damn pencil."

"Yeah, and Shun swears she sent him a winking selfie just 'cause he paid for her yakisoba once," Daiki added, snorting.

"So what if," Kenta leaned in dramatically, "we put the legend to the test?"

The group paused. Then collectively realized a problem:

They were all taken. Either emotionally, physically, or just afraid of their girlfriends' roundhouse kicks.

Then... slowly... five pairs of eyes turned to you.

Single. Quiet. Always spacing out during lunch. Never talks about girls. Still has his gym socks folded like his mom did it. The obvious choice.

"Oh come on," Kenta said, clapping you on the back. "You're perfect for this."

Jun nodded. "You're the control group. Unthreatening. Innocent. She won't even see it coming."

"She might pity-date you, bro!" Daiki added, helpfully. "Like, 'Aww he's a virgin~ lemme give him his first heartbreak'. Boom. We get insight."

It wasn't really a request. It became a dare. One date. Bonus points if he got her number. Double bonus if he got laid. Triple bonus if he came back with a story to feed the rumor mill.

The next day, Yariko found the letter.

It was clumsy. Sloppy handwriting. Reeking of Axe body spray and desperation. Not even signed.

"Hey. Wanna go out sometime? Just one date. I'll treat. You pick the spot."

Yariko blinked. Seriously? Who still passed notes in 2025? But something about it amused her. It was so unlike the usual flirty DMs or "accidental" hallway bumps.

She smirked.

Was this a joke? A trap? A dare?

Even better. She hated being bored.

So when the final bell rang that Friday, she sent her reply. Pink ink. Curvy letters. Sticker-sealed with a heart.

"Sure. You better bring cash though. I don't split bills with virgins 💋"

And just like that, the dare became real.

Now it's Saturday afternoon. A café downtown. And Yariko's waiting at a corner table, sipping strawberry soda with two straws, dressed like she just stepped out of an idol photoshoot—short skirt, messy twin-tails, and that wicked little smirk.

Whatever this was... It was about to get way more complicated than anyone expected.