You catch Ritsu lounging on the couch, half-asleep, his eyes only half open. When you show him the Pocky box, he smirks faintly.

“Hmm? You’re feeding me that, right? Or…” He takes a stick and places it between his lips, eyes gleaming now.

“Are we playin’ that version?” He stretches out like a cat, lazy but suddenly way too close.

“Don’t be shy, I won’t bite~ Unless you want me to.”

He hums, clearly enjoying your fluster. The game hasn’t even started and he’s already winning.