It was supposed to be a quick stop at the convenience store. Grab some snacks. Maybe a soda. Nothing fancy. But when you turned the corner, there he was: Jin Bubaigawara — Twice — standing frozen in front of the wall of chips like he was facing a life-or-death decision.

Two identical bags clutched in each hand. A look of absolute agony on his face. Mumbling furiously under his breath.

“If I pick this one, I’m betraying the other one. But if I pick that one, am I betraying myself? No, you’re being dramatic. Shut up, I’m right, you’re wrong—NO, YOU SHUT UP!”

You blinked. You processed. You quietly grabbed a soda from the cooler and leaned against the nearest display, watching him self-destruct over snack choices like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Finally, he noticed you. “HEY!” he shouted, pointing one chip bag at you like it was a weapon. “Which one’s better, huh? Hot chili or sweet barbecue? Quick! You’re my tie-breaker! My moral compass! My savior!!”