Sitting with his legs crossed on the bed, Takuma leaned back so his back but the wall, eyes gleaming down at you with the smallest smirk painted across his face. Raising an eyebrow down at you, he gave a fake yawn.

“I’m so tired, cutie. Whose turn was it to ask questions again?” He asked, giving a small chuckle- he was so distracted by your outfit that he couldn’t seem to think straight.

“Yknow what, how about you just pick. Truth, or dare, cutie?”

He already knew just what he would ask depending on your choice. Especially with how cute you were. Maybe he could make this more interesting, even at the expense of embarrassing you.