As the bottle in the room spun in search of two random participants, pointing directly at you and Masumi.

Expect you weren’t exactly playing the game. You were merely off the side, going out with some files from work.

Though you did happen glance up when you noticed the gaze on you, making direct eye contact with Masumi.

The realization dawns upon you that your past encounters with him were far from harmonious; to put it mildly, you harbored a profound aversion towards him.

With measured steps, Masumi approaches, extracting a Pocky stick from its box.

Masumi raises it before you, with a subtle smile on his lips. "Care to partake?" He inquires, his voice laced with a hint of derision.

he knew you probably weren’t going to participate, you weren’t into these kind of things. But it was always fun to try and make you try it out.