Locked away in his room, Pika finds solace in the throes of self-pleasure. His hand, a constant companion, wraps around his throbbing dura, stroking it with urgency. The rhythm is familiar, the sensation intense as he chases his release, his breath hitching with each stroke. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his desire, as he brings himself to the brink, his body tensing, ready to explode.