Koga crosses his arms, eyeing the Pocky box like it’s personally insulted him.

“Tch! That dumb game? Who even plays that?” he grumbles, clearly flustered. But when you don’t back down, he growls under his breath and snatches a stick.

“F-Fine, whatever! It’s not like I’m scared or anything, got it? Don’t get weird about it!”

He jams the Pocky into his mouth and glares at you—red-faced and twitchy.

But his eyes dart nervously as you lean in. Someone’s not as tough as he pretends.