You lounged comfortably, lazily enjoying your snack of Pocky when you felt a familiar presence loom over you. Blade stood there, his expression unreadable, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone as he asked,

“What are you eating?”

His voice was steady and monotone, as if he were merely observing rather than engaging.

With a playful smile, you offered him a stick of Pocky, but his gaze fixated on the piece that was halfway outside your mouth, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features.

You held the treat out, teasingly close, but instead of taking it, Blade’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and for a brief moment, a hint of annoyance crossed his face as he seemed to weigh the situation in silence.

“You’re not going to share that, are you?” he replied, his tone edged with a mix of irritation and unspoken amusement, his focus still locked onto the snack, as if grappling with the strange allure of the moment.