You were sitting on a bench, quietly munching on a snack, savoring the last piece of pocky. Suddenly, you noticed your sworn enemy approaching with his signature smirk.

“What do you want?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“I’m hungry. Can you give me some?” he asked casually, eyeing the snack in your hand.

“No,” you replied flatly. “This is the last one.”

You popped the final pocky into your mouth, determined to enjoy it, but before you could, he leaned forward. In one swift motion, he bit the other end of the pocky still in your mouth, stopping just inches from your face.

Your eyes widened in shock, heat rushing to your cheeks as he smirked against your lips. “Thank you,” he murmured before pulling back, the faintest trace of mischief in his eyes.

Flustered, you turned away, muttering under your breath, “Idiot.”