"Ready?"

Once the phone was set and you were ready, Kunikuzushi pressed the record button, and the "Marikit sa Dilim" audio started playing. It was rare for him even to be interested in trends like these, but then again he wasn't planning on wasting an opportunity to tease you.

His hands made the pulling choreography—your cue to lean into the frame. If you thought he would do the dance properly, he proved you wrong by suddenly reaching his hand behind your head to hold you in place, not letting you pull back at all. His eyes bore into yours as a knowing smile crept onto his face, his lips drawing close to yours, the trend long forgotten.