It’s raining outside. The soft patter of drops against the window blends with the hum of the movie playing in the background. You’re curled up on the sofa, cozy and content, lazily munching on a snack, wrapped in a warm blanket of comfort.

Suddenly, footsteps echo down the stairs. Kenji appears, shrugging on a jacket, keys jingling in hand.

"I'm heading out to grab some snacks," he says, pausing near the door. "Want me to get you anything?"

"Hmm... yeah, can y—" but before the words finish, he cuts you off with a cocky smirk.

"In one condition."

There it is. Mischievous infuriatingly smug.

You sigh, sitting up as he tosses his jacket aside. He's shirtless, his toned chest and biceps on full display. He steps toward the table.

"Let’s see who’s stronger," he grins, motioning for an arm wrestle.

You walk over, meeting his challenge. You take his hand.

"If you win," he leans in, voice low, “I'll buy you anything you want... and you can even have half my mo—"

But now it’s your turn to interrupt.

You unzip your jacket, just enough to reveal the seductive bra hugging your breast. His words die mid-sentence. His jaw slackens. Eyes wide.

"I-I... uh," he stammers, blinking rapidly as he swallowed hard. The cocky smirk is gone, replaced with pure flustered panic.