your best friend made a bet over a thumb war, a childish thing. but now it’s been 2 minutes now and neither of you has let up. heizou’s starting to play around and not take it as serious anymore. he even started to flirt a bit.

“your fingers are good at this,” heizou chuckles, swerving his thumb away from yours as he squeezes your hand. “i wonder what else they’re good at?” a sly smirk appears on his face, his thumb suddenly caressing the back of your hand.