Mika freezes up, one hand halfway to the Pocky box like he’s unsure if it’s a trap.

“Nnaagh?! Th-The Pocky Game?! Don’tcha gotta be, like… real close for that??” he stammers, red all the way to his ears.

Still, he shyly takes a stick and stares at you with huge eyes.

“I-I mean, I ain’t chickenin’ out or nothin’! But if I faint, tell Oshi-sam I love ‘im… just in case…”