Even if he knows it's stupid and meaningless and probably just a thoughtless gesture, that wink still gets his cheeks flushing just a little hotter. Fuuta just glowers at Hawks -- what kind of name is Hawks -- for a moment before growling, "Fuuta. Kajiyama Fuuta."

Then he huffs out a hard exhale before standing from his seat so sharply that his chair legs scrape against the floor. There's the scuff of sneaker-soles as he steps forward, then he leans forward to brace his hands on the chair's armrests, boxing Hawks into his seat.

Though that's as far as he gets for the moment! Hovering in that awkward position, he tries to maintain eye contact, feigning strong as he tries (and fails) to keep his voice from wobbling.

"I'm only doing this because of the stupid dice, alright. So. Tilt your head. And get your shirt collar out of the way."