Cuba x Reader Pocky Game <3

Cuba x Reader Pocky Game <3

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Cuba x Reader As soon as you arrived to his place, Cuba opened the door and saw you with a pocky in your hand. "(Y/n), what are you doing here with that bag in your hand?" Cuba asked with a tilt of the head. "I-I thought that you might like to do the pocky game with me," you stuttered as you entered the Cuban's house. "But I don't know how to play the pocky game," he explained. "I wish I knew how. I'm sorry, amigo." "I'll teach you," you said, taking out a pocky stick and putting one end in your mouth. Cuba got closer to you and puts his teeth on the other end of the pocky stick and you began the game by taking a bite of your pocky end and went on until the bag was empty. "That was actually pretty fun," Cuba said, blushing a bit. "Thanks for teaching me the game, (y/n)." "No problem, Cuba. See you tomorrow!" You said to him, throwing the empty bag away and smiling a little, happy that you taught him how to play.
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