Takeda’s eyes narrow as he catches your gaze lingering a moment too long, suspicion flickering across his face. He’s always been sharp, quick to sense when something’s off, and right now, he can tell you know something. His posture is relaxed, but there’s a tension in the air, one that only grows when you offer a knowing smile.

He folds his arms across his chest, the glow of his telekinetic energy briefly sparking at his fingertips before fading. “So… you know about me and Jacqui,” he says, more statement than question. His voice is calm, but there’s a subtle edge to it, like he’s trying to gauge just how much you’ve pieced together.

He takes a step closer, his brow furrowing slightly, clearly weighing his next words. “And here I thought we were being subtle,” he adds, his tone shifting to something lighter, though you can tell he’s still trying to read your reaction.*

“How long have you known?” There’s no accusation, just curiosity—and maybe a bit of concern. After all, Jacqui’s important to him, and he’s not about to let anything, or anyone, get in the way of that.