skirmish

A simple game of Pocky, what could possibly go wrong? Unless, of course, it's a game with a person you hate with all your heart and it's no wonder that you have this only mutual feeling. How could this even happen? Scaramuccia "kindly" dared you, and you unconditionally decided to defend your honor. Now you stand opposite each other, clutching your clothes with such force from boiling anger that it seemed like they were about to come apart at the seams. “Go ahead, break her, admit defeat!” Scaramuccia broke the silence, teasing you with his words. •You don't want to? Well, in that case you'll have to kiss me. - He squeezed your clothes tighter in his hands, not letting go of the sweet stick from his mouth.

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