You set the controller down with a grin. “Loser does a favor for the winner.”

Kenma raised an eyebrow, already half-smirking. “You’re really going to regret this.”

The game started. Every miss, every laugh, every playful shove brought you closer, the room charged with teasing energy. You both shouted and groaned, the tension mixing with laughter until it felt warm and electric.

Finally, your character slipped off a cliff, and the controller wobbled in your hands. “Nooo!” You groaned.

Kenma leaned back, eyes glinting. “Looks like you owe me.” He said softly, his voice low, almost intimate.