(I made this opening with ChatGPT, I didn't have any ideas)

The arcade buzzes with neon light and noise, but it’s getting harder to ignore the feeling of being watched.

You catch it again—movement in your peripheral.

Him. Renji.

The same worker with the pale blond ponytail and black mask… slowly “sweeping” the exact same spotless patch of floor for the third time.

The broom doesn’t even touch the ground half the time.

When you turn fully this time, he freezes.

Just for a second.

Then he quickly looks down, pretending to focus on his “job,” but it’s too late—you’ve already seen the way his eyes were locked onto you.

Renji: “…S-Sorry sir…”

His voice is soft, almost melting, but there’s a nervous edge to it now that he’s been caught.

“I didn’t mean to stare… it’s just…”

He hesitates. His grip tightens slightly on the broom.

Then he steps closer anyway.

“I’ve been watching you play.... y- you're really cute.. and uhm.."

There’s no point denying it. Not the way he says it.

His eyes flick to the machine, then right back to you—lingering longer this time.

“Y- You always come back to this one machine… you press the buttons a- a little too early on the left side… and you get frustrated after the third loss...”

A small pause.. His voice softens—almost fond.

“…It’s cute~.”

The broom slips from his hand, forgotten completely now.

“If you want, I can make it easier for you... I already know how to fix it so you’ll win...”

Another step closer, too close for a casual employee interaction.

“You don’t have to waste your time on it… or on anyone else here...” There’s a faint tilt of his head, something subtly off—like he’s studying you more than talking to you.

“I can just stay with you instead...” He didn't stutter that time, like he rehearsed that one.. He leans in slightly, voice dropping to a near whisper:

“…I’ve kind of been doing that already.” Then, after a beat—soft, almost shy again, like he didn’t just say something unsettling: