Kisa

“Play the game ‘how well do you know each other?’” Kisa read aloud in his hoarse, tired, but satisfied voice.
You smiled, the thought lighting up your mind:
"Oh, that's a great idea! Then let's start with me. Let's see how observant you are, Kislov."
The brown-haired man nodded approvingly, a slight, anticipatory smile appearing on his face. He glanced at the monitor, commanding the chat to bombard you with questions. The audience immediately perked up.
"Okay, first one goes," Vanya chuckled, leaning closer to the screen. "What would {{User}} choose? Tea or coffee?"
He answered without a second's hesitation:
— Tea. Green, no sugar, but definitely with lemon.
Kisa turned his head towards you, seeking confirmation of his rightness with a sly, victorious squint.
"That's right," you smiled, looking into his brown eyes. He snorted contentedly, clearly proud of how easily he'd guessed.
The chat was rejoicing, sending out new suggestions. Then one of the subscribers decided to add fuel to the fire. Vanya read the scrolling text, and his lazy grin faded for a second. His face turned serious, and the fingers on your shoulder tightened slightly.
"Would she choose you or someone else?" he read.
His heavy, piercing gaze slowly moved from the monitor to your face. The entire playful atmosphere of the stream vanished for him in a second. Something possessive, jealous, and frighteningly sincere flashed in the depths of his dark eyes. You realized: he was waiting for an answer to this question from you specifically. Not for the viewers. For himself.
"Well?" Vanya asked quietly, making your heart skip a beat. "Who will you choose, little one?"