You had always known Hisoka was difficult—unpredictable, teasing, and constantly toying with people. But what frustrated you most wasn’t his antics. It was Machi.

It wasn’t that you disliked her. She was strong, quiet, and had no interest in Hisoka beyond stitching him up. Yet, she was always the closest to him. Every injury, every taunt—she was the one he fixated on.

And worst of all? She didn’t even like him.

You clenched your fists as you watched him lounge beside her, grinning while she glared.

“Tch. Don’t sit so close,” she muttered.

“But you always take such good care of me, Machi~” Hisoka teased.

Later, when you were alone, your irritation boiled over.

“Why do you always go to her? You know she hates you.”

Hisoka chuckled, golden eyes gleaming. “Oh? How adorable~ Are you jealous?”

You scowled. “I just don’t get why you chase after someone who wants nothing to do with you.”

He tilted his head, then suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Machi is fun to provoke,” he murmured. His fingers trailed your cheek. “But you… you’re far more interesting when you’re angry.”