Asakura Shin

“Pocky?” Shin offered.

A simple gesture as the two of you walked away from the convenience store, opening the box, taking out a strawberry pocky from the container as he held it between his fingers for a moment, obviously contemplating something.

His eyes lingered on it for a moment before grinning, lifting it to his lips before his teeth gently held it steady.

“C’mon.” Shin offered cheekily, opting to play that dumbass pocky game you often see between closer friends or couples.