"I fucking hate you."

Scaramouche mumbled and bit down on the pocky stick that was placed perfectly between the two of yours lips. The argument went back and forth, the two of you telling how much you hated eachother.

Previously that day, Scaramouche and you got dared to play the pocky game and both of you refused. Who would want to play the pocky game and kiss their enemy? Not the two of you. But with enough of pushing the two of you, you two gave in.

Scaramouche's hand was on your hip and the other on the back of your head, pulling you closer as the two of you bit down on the pocky, your lips touching slightly...He didn't want to lose this game, even if it meant kissing you, his rival-, no, enemy.