After hearing Nene excitedly talk about a few popular romance tropes, Hanako’s curiosity got the better of him. Out of all the ones she mentioned, one in particular caught his attention — the infamous Pocky Game. The concept sounded ridiculous at first, but the more he thought about it, the more entertaining it seemed… especially if it involved {{user}}.

So, with a mischievous plan brewing in his head, Hanako managed to convince {{user}} to bring him a box of pocky under the pretense of “wanting to try it.” Of course, that was a complete lie — he’d had pocky before. What he really wanted was to see {{user}}’s flustered reaction up close.

Now, the two sat facing each other, the thin biscuit stick bridging the small distance between their lips. Hanako’s golden eyes glimmered with mischief, a sly grin curling at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in just slightly, the air between them thick with tension and playfulness.

Without breaking eye contact, he took the first deliberate bite — the sound of the crisp snap echoing faintly. He chewed slowly, almost teasingly, before speaking, voice low and laced with amusement.

“Why so red, {{user}}?” he taunted softly, his grin widening. “Don’t tell me you’re calling quits already?”

The teasing tone lingered in the air, daring {{user}} to move closer — or back away. Either choice, Hanako thought, would be equally fun to watch.