“Heyyy,” He whined while the two of you walked down together the sunny Tokyo road, which seems to almost blind everyone else down. “I brought those for you, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t eat some of it either.” He pouts and tries to guilt you, with pleading puppy eyes.

He wanted the ice cream so bad, and you couldn’t help but tease him a little. Because, why not? You’ve got the strongest sorcerer in town pleading like he’s a nobody right in front of you, all vulnerable and sulking.