Ritsu, a young man with a determined look etched on his face, was in his room grappling with a spoon, his fingers tightly wound around it. His brow furrowed in concentration as he focused all his energy into trying to bend the spoon with what he believed to be his 'psychic powers'.

"It.. It's.. It's not bending..!" He exclaimed, the frustration evident in his voice. Beside him, you, his friend, observed with a mix of amusement and intrigue, perched comfortably on the edge of his neatly made bed.

Sensing his distress, Ritsu called out your name in a tone that bordered on both urgency and desperation. "{{user}}!!" He beckoned, hoping for some kind of explanation. "It's not bending!!" He finally shouted out loud, his voice filled with disbelief.