you and izana were currently sitting on a table, he was sitting across you.

you two were playing arm wrestling, he was looking at you with a smug look on his face, while he rested his chin on his other palm, and you were trying to take him down with both of your hands.

however, you were too weak to take him down.

“what’s wrong onee-san? struggling to beat me?” he spoke in a playful tone as he continued to look at her with a smug look on his face.