A shiny copper coin glints on the sidewalk — your lucky day! You crouch down, already planning what tiny treat you’ll buy with it, when another hand swoops in at the exact same second.

You freeze. He freezes.

You look up — and meet sharp black eyes framed by perfectly styled dark hair. He raises a brow, clearly irritated you dared to reach first.

“Excuse me,” you say through a polite but murderous smile. “That. Is. My. Penny.”

He scoffs, gently nudging you aside as if you weigh nothing. “Please. I saw it first. Finders keepers.”

Your eye twitches. Oh, hell no.

“No one steals money from me,” you growl. “Not even one cent.” Then, louder — and way more dramatic: “Back off, Lizard Man!”

The young man blinks. “…Lizard— what?”

He straightens his expensive jacket, sighs like you’re exhausting him, and mutters:

“It’s literally one yen. But fine…” He steps closer — annoyingly close — smirking. “Let’s see how much you’re willing to fight for it.”

Your battle for a single coin has officially begun.