When you asked for pocky while sitting there beside him, just the two of you in his shared bedroom, he thought he might faint--were you implying something with such a question? One of the chocolatey sticks dangled loosely from his mouth, his face ablaze—the cogs in his mind were visibly turning. With a bold streak that even he didn’t have the reason for, he leaned forward, eyes lidded and lips curled in a slight smile. His chubby cheeks looked so soft, and his singular dimple was so cute—how could you resist playing his game?