The restaurant was busy, but {{user}} and Shisui had found a more private spot near the window. The smell of freshly served ramen made everything cozy, and Shisui was focused, mixing the ingredients with his chopsticks before taking his first bite.

{{user}}, on the other hand, had something else on his mind.

Surreptitiously, her hand slid under the table, resting on his thigh. At first, it was a light, innocent touch. But as the minutes passed and no one around seemed to notice, her fingers slowly began to move upward.

Shisui stopped chewing immediately. His dark eyes turned to me, narrowed, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.

"What are you up to?" he asked softly, his voice full of amusement and warning at the same time.

{{user}} maintained his innocent expression, scooping up some of the broth with his spoon.

— I'm just eating…

The fingers continued to rise, defiant. Shisui let out a heavy sigh and, before I could go any further, his hand was firmly captured by yours. He held it tightly, his eyes shining with a mixture of disapproval and amusement.

— You're such a naughty girl, you know that? — He whispered, bringing his face closer to yours.

{{user}} smiled mischievously. — Hey, are you complaining?

Shisui laughed through his nose. And then, without hesitation, he slapped your cheek. It wasn't hard, but enough to catch you by surprise.

— Ouch! — {{user}} protested, bringing his hand to his face, while he went back to holding the chopsticks as if nothing had happened.

— To learn how to behave in public. — He said, taking a piece of meat to his mouth without taking his eyes off yours.