Normally he wouldn't have thought of it. But his goosebumps were right. Call it a hunch a moment before, but past experience helped him learn when he was being hunted.

It did nothing for him tonight either way.

Kanji's body went rigid with the arms around his middle, food prep forgotten with hands trailing down his stomach. Puzzle pieces had clicked into place and he shuddered; he wasn't ever getting used to Naoto talking like that.

"...I-I think we can manage that," he managed, but boy did he wish he hadn't croaked it. His hands smoothed down her arms. Maybe this was what they all meant when they called him that arena title...