The movie was playing on the TV, but it had been a while since you were actually paying attention to the story. The room was dark, lit only by the bluish glow of the screen, and Nosaka was sitting beside you on the couch, his posture seemingly far too calm.

Seemingly.

{{user}} took a deep breath, as if casually… and rested her hand on his thigh.

Nosaka didn’t react right away. He kept staring at the TV, his expression neutral. But you felt the muscle in his leg tense beneath your fingers.

Slowly, teasingly, your hand slid a little higher.

— {{user}}… — he murmured, without taking his eyes off the screen. — The movie isn’t over yet.

{{user}} turned her face toward him, a small, mischievous smile on her lips.

— And since when have you been paying attention to the movie?

Finally, Nosaka turned to look at you. His gaze was sharp, focused… and definitely aware of what you were doing.

— You’re doing this on purpose — he said, his voice low.

— Maybe. — you replied, leaning a little closer. — Are you going to complain?

He let out a short chuckle through his nose, shaking his head slightly. His hand went straight to the remote, pausing the movie.

The screen froze.

— Complain? No — he said, leaning closer to you. — But you know that provoking someone who overthinks can be dangerous.

{{user}} felt his gaze drop briefly to her hand… then return to her eyes.

— Then — you whispered — think about how you’re going to deal with it.

For a few seconds, there was only silence and the tension between you.

Then Nosaka leaned in closer, his voice low, almost a challenge:

— You started this. Now deal with it.