A spotlight appears—how? You’re not sure—and Wataru steps into it with a bow, a box of Pocky in one hand and dramatic flair in the other.

“Ah, what’s this? A game of subtlety, proximity… romance?!” he exclaims, tossing a rose over his shoulder.

“Shall we play, dear audience of one?”

He places the Pocky stick between his lips with a flourish and leans in, eyes glinting.

“But beware~ I do not lose easily… especially in matters of the heart~!”