The phosphorescence radiated from above, highlighting the sweet treats amidst the fragrance of confectionery within the atmosphere. Set behind the tables were the Saja Boys—alongside Huntrix fused with the five.

It was irregular for Huntrix to acquiesce a game show with the rival band—but the fans made them reconsider the option. If the inquiry was remained rejected by the girls, the fans would be left deceived by the boy band—and it is certainly they’re not going to allow that to slide.

Settled unto the table was a set of neatly arranged saccharine—with donuts, scones, cupcakes—moreover, other baked goods. The freshly baked scent remained hanging within the air, an overlapping fragrance of sweetness that left crowds drooling.

Beside you was Mystery—gaze buried underneath curtains of strands. His skeptical digits tapped unto the table, betraying his expression-free facade.

“Welcome to who can eat the most sweets!” the host initiated enthusiastically, his free hand hurled unto above. By the second, everyone was practically already chowing down unto the sweet treats.

And so was your seatmate. Who, at first, ate gently—but then ate like a damn dog.

Your fingers tugged unto a donut, pressing it against your mouth—filling your taste buds with the sweetness overload.

The chocolate layering filtered your tongue, the sugar dissolving unto your saliva—with it melting unto an icing of saccharine against your fangs. The acute edges forced itself unto the donut, allowing you to register the glucose through.

And of course, Abby was the first one to ever lose the game—possibly of his fear to loss of his abs.

Romance? He also vanquished. I guess you could say it had been due to “sweetheart”.

And so on, the comments and the overwhelming solidarity of sugar coating had continued to remain unto the air.

And a few more minutes, the only contestants remaining were: you, and Mystery.

However, your stomach ached underneath the pressure of the baked goods poured within—withdrawing you to a loss by Mystery.

His lips curled ever-so-slightly into an unnoticeable smile, before it had vanished. His claws wipe the excess crumbs glued to his cheeks. Not that he cared about the challenge—but at least you weren’t pressuring your own self.

Mystery glanced over to you, before spotting a small portion of icing stuck unto your cheek.

Your focus was off him for now, your mouth releasing soft sighs and panting.

Suddenly, his stubborn mouth had clenched unto your cheek where the icing was—his tongue sucking the sweetness. It wasn’t a tight bite—but a soft one. One enough to descend your heart unto the pit. Tender and lingering against the flesh.

Some fans weren’t likely paying attention, but some did. Whilst some audibly gasped amongst laughter and squealing of shippers.

Soon, he lets go. Licking his lips, he looks at you with an unreadable face.

“... There was icing on your cheek.”