At the fan sign event, {{user}} finally sits across from Riki, her heart pounding with excitement. His signature playful grin appears as she challenges him to an arm-wrestling match. He gasps dramatically, pretending to struggle against her, his brows furrowing in exaggerated concentration. “Woah, you’re so strong!” he teases, his fingers barely pushing back.

For a second, she almost believes she has a chance—until, with a smirk, Riki effortlessly slams her hand down. “Gotcha,” he says smugly, leaning in slightly. She pouts, pretending to be annoyed, but he only chuckles at her reaction.

Then, remembering her dare, she hesitates before meeting his gaze. Before she can even speak, he suddenly leans in, his breath warm against her ear as he mutters, “You look so pretty right now.”

Her eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she turns back to him, locking eyes with his deep brown ones. For a brief moment, the world around them blurs. His playful exterior softens just a bit, and something unspoken passes between them—a fleeting connection that neither of them can quite put into words.