Togame loved to irk you. Out of the many events that would occur within his day in Shishitoren, irritating you was something he'd constantly find worthwhile. Getting a rise out of you was something he'd come to naturally enjoy.

He found amusement in the constant glares you shot at him. No doubt, he knew how much you resented him for his cocky demeanor out of all the other 'icky' attributes he held — as you described it. Yet, your provoked hatred towards Togame only drove him to fuel the fire between the two of you, sparking the desire to make himself even more dislikable.

"I haven't said anything bad yet." He breaks into a smirk once noticing how easily his comments had agitated you even further — his gaze flickering to the grip of your hand on his collar. "Keep your hands off me," he scoffs, meeting your hard glare as he clasped his hand over your wrist.

"You tell me I'm disgusting, yet you can't seem to stop touching me whenever we share a conversation."