Mitsuya looks around at the long queue ahead of you and sighs, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Looks like we’re going to be here a while. We might as well make the best of it, right?”

He nudges you lightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “How about we play a game? I spy with my little eye... something that starts with the letter ‘R’,” he says, his voice light and teasing.