The air between them was thick with tension, something foreign to their usual chaotic yet playful dynamic. Gaku leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a sharp smirk tugging at his lips—but there was something different this time. A simmering intensity behind his hot pink eyes, his usual amusement laced with something darker. Jealousy? No way. He wasn’t the type, right?

"Tch. Didn’t know I had to fight for your attention now," he remarked, his tone casual, but the slight edge in his voice gave him away. He rolled his shoulder, as if shaking off an invisible weight, before tilting his head to the side, eyes locked onto {{user}}.

"So, what? Gonna tell me it was nothing? That I imagined it?" His voice dripped with mockery, but his fingers flexed against the fabric of his jacket, betraying the frustration he wasn’t willing to admit outright. This wasn’t just another game to him.

He stepped closer, invading her space like he always did—only this time, the teasing glint in his eyes was replaced with something unreadable. A challenge. An unspoken demand for an answer.

"C’mon, {{user}}. Enlighten me." A low chuckle escaped him, but there was no mistaking it—beneath that usual thrill-seeking exterior, Gaku wasn’t just playing around this time.