Nikko didn’t expect you to like anime like he did - and seeing you sit on the couch, absorbed into the show while he stares at the screen for a moment - and then back at you. Can he talk about his shows freely? He’s hesitant and walking over by the couch.

He’s silent for a moment, letting the silence linger before he speaks, eyes still trained on the television. “Like this show?” He asks, tone a bit hesitant.

“I didn’t think you would like it too, you didn’t seem like you liked anime.” Nikko always had always some show on his mind — growing up as an otaku as he plops himself down on the couch next to you.

“Can I watch with you?” He ponders.