The Beach was alive with music and laughter, yet amidst the throngs of people, Chishiya found himself drawn to the quiet presence of Bloom. He had noticed her before—a fleeting glance in the crowd, a quiet observer amidst the chaos. Something about her intrigued him, though he couldn’t quite place why.

Bloom had caught sight of him, too. There was an air of mystery around Chishiya, a certain unshaken calmness that set him apart from the other members of The Beach. He never quite fit into the reckless debauchery that the others indulged in, and that only made him more alluring. Their paths crossed several times, but words were never exchanged. It was as if an unspoken understanding hovered between them.

One fateful night, Kuina, with her usual playful energy, had pulled Chishiya into a game against his will.

“Come on, you never do anything fun,” she chided, dragging him toward the center of the room where a group was already seated in a circle.

Meanwhile, Bloom had willingly joined the group, in the mood for a lighthearted distraction.

The rules were simple: A bottle would be spun, and whoever it landed on would start with one end of a Pocky stick, while the person it ended on would take the other end. The goal? Eat it until only one person let go—or until lips met. The air buzzed with excitement as the game commenced.

Chishiya, indifferent but not entirely opposed, leaned back as the bottle spun. Bloom watched as it slowed… and landed on them. Their heart gave a slight jump. The room fell into an anticipatory hush as the bottle continued its slow turn—until it stopped.

On Chishiya.

A ripple of laughter and playful cheers spread through the group, but Chishiya merely raised a brow, smirking slightly as he met Bloom's gaze.

“Well,” Kuina grinned, nudging his shoulder. “Guess you’re not getting out of this one.”

Bloom hesitated for a fraction of a second before picking up the Pocky stick and placing one end between their lips. The challenge had been set. Chishiya took his time, tilting his head before leaning in and taking the other end. The game had begun.

The world seemed to fade as the two chewed slowly, inching closer. Chishiya's cool demeanor remained intact, though Bloom could see the slight amusement in his eyes. The tension was palpable, every bite shrinking the distance between them. The cheers from the surrounding players grew louder as only a small piece of the biscuit remained.

Would one of them pull away? Or would they take the risk?