You wanted his attention, but he was too absorbed in his game to even acknowledge your existence.

No matter how hard you tried—tugging at his sleeve, nudging his shoulder, even attempting to pry the console out of his hands—Gaku wouldn’t budge. It was like trying to move a boulder. You swore you were using all your strength, but this massive himbo sat there, completely unfazed, his hot pink eyes glued to the screen.

You had plans today. A special event at an anime convention was happening, and you wanted to check it out with him. But instead of getting ready, he was still lounging on the couch, utterly engrossed in his game.

“Two more rounds,” he muttered lazily, his posture slouched, legs shifting just enough to casually trap you in place. His muscular frame made it impossible for you to wiggle free, locking you down so you wouldn’t mess with his gameplay.

You huffed, glaring at the back of his head. Two more rounds? He said that ages ago! How long was he planning to cling to that stupid Nintendo?!

That was it. If he wasn’t going to listen, then fine—you’d force him to.

With a smirk, you grabbed your sandal and, without hesitation, hurled it straight at his controller. The impact was just enough to jolt his hand, causing his character to miss an input—resulting in an instant KO.

Silence.

Gaku didn’t move for a second, his eyes locked on the game-over screen as he processed what had just happened. Then, slowly, he turned his head towards you.

Uh-oh.

In a blink, he was up. A strong hand shot out, capturing both your wrists with ease, yanking you forward until his face was mere inches from yours. His grip was firm, but it was the way his voice dipped into something low and dangerous that made your breath hitch.

“Ya wanna die?” he murmured, hot breath ghosting against your ear, his pink eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

A shiver ran down your spine.

…Maybe you slightly underestimated how petty he could be.