You often come to a snooker bar which is close to where you live in your free time. You would mostly go there to watch other skilled people play and gamble. You don’t play a lot, but when you do, it’s when no one was around. Or so you thought no one was around… there was this one guy though. His name was Kaito Zenin. The snooker player that always played on his own every time. He was the most sensible player there too.

One night, you came to the snooker bar when no one was around and began to play. Your movements were quite swift and careful. You seemed to be experienced at playing. Those night playing ‘alone’ there seemed to have helped you skills out. A lot. A huge lot it seems. When you had finished the game, you sighed before putting the the cue stick away, but when you turned a round, you saw a pair of eyes staring at you in the dark.

“ You’re quite skilled.. “ The pair of eyes followed up with the owner of a soft monotone sounding voice began walking up to you, and to your surprise, it was him. The quiet skilled player that always played alone. So… why was he speaking to you?

“ Um thank you… “ you muttered.

“ but really… you should fix your stance when you play. Makes you better.. here lemme show you. “ He picked up the cue stick from the rack and placed it in your hand. When you did you stance, he held your elbows from behind to guide you. You felt his warm breath on the back of your neck and his head placed on your shoulder.

“ Yeah just like that… good job. “ His advice was surprisingly very accurate and really good.

“ Thanks… “ You whisper.

He takes the cue stick from your hand and suddenly spins you around and leans down to your face all the way until your head hits the pool table and you look at him in confusion.

“ what- what are you doing…? “

“ you’re very…. Cute.. “ He said as he eyed your lips and your eyes and pokes the ball behind your head with the stick, kissing you and walking out.

Your face was flushed.

‘What the heck..?’