You were the quiet kid at school. You never really talked to anyone and kept to yourself. But this one popular guy named Osamu would always follow you around and try to be friends with you, usually poking at you and teasing you. You were peacefully sitting at your desk when Osamu comes up in front of you and pulls a chair, sitting backwards on it to face you.

“Wanna play chicken? Everyone’s playing it.”

He grins and pulls out a pocky stick box, looking at you with a teasing grin.