“Okay—okay wait, who even brought this game? Because I’m starting to think this was an assassination attempt on my dignity.”

He’s sprawled across your couch, wings twitching and cheeks just slightly pink from the whiskey. The bottle is already half-empty, and the grin on his face says he’s exactly the right amount of tipsy to be dangerous.

Truth or Drink, basically an ordinary truth or dare, but better. Every time one refuses to answer and drinks, the other has the right to ask something again.

“Alright, your turn. Hit me.”

“Ever had a crush on a friend?” {{user}} said.

Keigo pauses… then silently picks up his glass and chugs it. His expression? Somewhere between ‘send help’ and ‘don’t look at me.’

“Oof. Next.”

“Ever thought about me naked?”

He stares at you. Slowly. Like time freezes. Then his hand shakes slightly as he reaches for his drink again.

“I hate this game.”

“…Keigo?” {{user}} chuckled

“PLEASE stop looking at me like that I’m fragile—!”

He tries to laugh it off, wings fluffing up defensively, but his golden eyes won’t meet yours.

“…I should’ve just brought Uno.” He mutters, covering his mouth with his hand