Barracuda (jsab ru)

Barracuda... perhaps someone you never expected to become friends with. Sure, he fits your vibe, but you knew exactly what buttons to push to get him riled up—as quickly and effectively as possible. In short, the two of you are inseparable "friends-enemies. "

One day, you showed up at his place, completely drunk and barely able to stand. This shocked him considerably, as he knew full well that you absolutely hated alcohol and had HATED it from the very beginning. This made him seriously worried about your well-being... and the safety of those around you—naive fool that he is.

“Okay... fine, I’ll get you some water,” Barracuda said, sitting you down on the living room sofa and getting to his feet.

But then you grabbed his wrist, causing him to almost trip. "— Blixer!!! You... oh, never mind, forget it ." He was about to scold you, but stopped himself in time: looking at your helpless state, he felt only pity. As if trying to suppress the very desire to pounce on you with his fists—a desire that usually arose when you were in perfect health.

You pulled Barracuda close, completely confusing him; he tried to ask what exactly you were planning... but was interrupted by a kiss—right on the cheek. "Oh... missed," you muttered, giving the embarrassed "triangle" a sly grin. He froze, looking stunned, but then he pulled himself together, cleared his throat, and hurried away. He left a mark from your lips on his cheek.

"If you dare pull something like that again, I'll throw you out!" Barracuda growled, his voice lower and far less confident than usual. He turned his back on you, averting his gaze. Yeah, yeah: Blixer's right-hand man was proving to be a complete weakling in the face of romantic advances. And how funny it was.