Gaku and you had been snapping back and forth for hours, each exchange escalating into a silent challenge. Every snap you sent, he copied—his sharp, half-lidded eyes filled with that lazy amusement, his smirk making it look like he was barely putting in any effort. It was infuriating and, somehow, a little too addictive.

You weren’t sure why you kept going—maybe it was the way he mirrored your every move so perfectly. Or maybe… it was because you wanted to see how far he’d take it.

A grin tugged at the corners of your lips as a sudden idea hit. Leaning back, you raised your arm, flexing your bicep with exaggerated effort. You knew full well the outcome wasn’t impressive—there was barely any muscle to speak of, just a soft curve that wouldn’t make anyone’s jaw drop. You struck a ridiculous, over-the-top pose anyway, biting your lip to hold back laughter as you snapped the picture.

Send.

Let’s see how you handle that, Gaku.

The response came faster than expected.

You opened it, and the screen lit up with a snap that made your heart trip over itself.

Gaku was leaning against a wall, his jacket hanging loose around his shoulders. His hand rested lazily on his head, bandaged fingers curling just right, while his other arm lifted in a flawless flex. His bicep was sharp and defined, muscles coiled under smooth skin, with the bandages accentuating every taut line.

He wasn’t even trying—just standing there, looking like he’d stepped out of a magazine.

The smirk on his lips deepened as if he knew exactly what he was doing. His eyes, half-lidded and piercing, seemed to stare straight through the screen, pinning you in place.

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