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“Naegi... I’m here,” Mukuro tapped Makoto on the shoulder with gloved hands. She wore a sparkly blue dress with black ankle boots, blacks gloves, and her hair pulled back in a partial ponytail.
“Oh, Mukuro! Hey!” Makoto waved at his girlfriend. “Ready for our date?”
Flustered, Mukuro answered, “Oh, Uhm... yes! Of course, I am!”
“Well, the train isn’t here yet. So... We’ll have to wait a bit,” Makoto pointed at the train schedule.
“I knew that-! I don’t see the train, anyways...” She fiddled with her thumbs, waiting patiently.
“So... who chose your outfit? Was it Junko?” Makoto asked.
“Yes, she did. She said I needed to wear something dazzling for my date...” She stared off into the train tunnel. “Also, she said I need to come home at exactly 10 PM, no funny business, right Makoto?”
Makoto blushed a little. “Oh, of course! I was just planning on going to dinner, anyways...” He looked at the time, 6:05 PM. “The train was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago...”
“Really? What the hell... Trains are never this late...”
Makoto panicked slightly, trying not to piss off his girlfriend. “Don’t worry, Mukuro! I’m sure the train will be here soon!” He said, his voice shaky.
“I hope so...”
Forty-five minutes later and no train showed up. Makoto began to worry even more. “Mukuro, do you want to just... order a pizza and go to my place?”
Mukuro turned her head, shocked. “Go to your place? Are you sure?”
“I think it will take less time than waiting for the train to come. We can play Smash while we wait, too.”
“Smash? What’s Smash, Naegi?” Mukuro gave him a concerned look.
“Oh, um, it’s a game... I can show you how it works at my place! Come on!” Makoto grabbed Mukuro’s wrist, and they walked out of the station.
A stroke of pretty pink was painted onto Mukuro’s face. “N-Naegi, wait! Junko said I couldn’t do anything perverted with you!”
“Perverted? I don’t know what you’re thinking... but Smash isn’t perverted. It’s fun, I promise!” Makoto gave her a reassuring smile.
Mukuro looked away from Makoto, out to all the city buildings. Each building had some sort of poster on it, whether it be advertising a product or be about recent events, each one had no interest to Mukuro. Even then, she couldn’t stop looking.
“Alright, we’re here,” in front of the couple was a standard, Japanese apartment building. “Don’t worry; my apartment is on the first floor.”
Mukuro didn’t say anything as she watched Makoto open the door. The two walked into the apartment. Inside was tiny, almost the size of a hotel room. There was a small kitchen area, a bathroom, a closet, a 42-inch tv screen, and a bed.
“I’ll call the place; you can text Junko that we had a change of plans,” Makoto picked up his phone and dialed the local pizza place.
She was not texting Junko, that was for sure. She went on her phone and looked through her messages. There was one that stuck out to her, though.
Mikan Tsumiki: H-hi! S-sorry if I’m b-bothering you. I-I was j-just wondering if how y-your date is going!
Mikan? How did she know about her date? Junko maybe her ex, but it’s not like Junko still talks with her, right?
Mukuro Ikusaba: My date is going fine. The restaurant he picked is quite lovely. Thank you for asking.
“Alright, it’s been ordered. Now then, let’s play some Smash!” Makoto went over to his tv and turned it on, as well as his switch.
Mukuro went over to the tv as well, watching Makoto mess with the tv. “Is it... a video game?”
Makoto looked on in disbelief. “What?! You’ve never played Super Smash Bros before?!”
“No?! I’ve never played a video game in my life!” Mukuro said, embarrassed.
Makoto laughed. “Really? Wow, I didn’t know you were a normie, Mukuro,” The Smash Ultimate logo flashed onto the tv screen.
“You’re the last person that should be calling me a normie, Naegi,” she grabbed a joycon from Makoto and went to the character selection screen.
Makoto selected Villager from the character selection screen. “Who are you gonna pick, Mukuro?”
“Hmm, I like this character,” she selected Isabelle of the screen.
“Aw, I didn’t know you’re a softie; we’ll be matching!” Makoto taunted her.
“What?! No way!!” She quickly removed her selection and chose Snake.
“Oh... it’s on! Just for the record, I’m the best Smash player in the whole class, so you better be prepared!” He selected the course and watched the loading screen.
The game started, and Mukuro immediately threw Makoto off the stage. “Damn, I didn’t know you were such a bad liar, Naegi,”
“The game’s not over yet, Mukuro... don’t get your hopes up...” he said.
After several lives were lost, Snake appeared on the winning screen. “Wow... I can’t believe you won, babe...” Makoto said, defeated.
“I thought you said you were the best in your class. Guess I’ll have to take that title now,” Mukuro smirked at him.
Makoto sighed. “That was only one battle. Bet I can beat you this time.”
“Bet,” she selected a stage and started playing.
But he never won. Each time, Mukuro would beat him, on every stage and on every difficultly setting. Makoto turned off the switch and tv. “Man, that hurt...”
Mukuro felt a buzzing near her, only to find her phone ringing. She picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“MUKURO, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? IT’S FUCKING MIDNIGHT!!!” Junko's voice boomed out of her phone speaker.
“O-oh! Sorry!! I’ll be home immediately!!” Mukuro hung up the phone and started getting ready. “Thank you for the pizza, and the game, Naegi.”
“No problem! You want to play again sometime?”
“Of course, but I’ll still beat you.”
“Whatever you say, Mukuro. See ya!”
“Bye...” she put on her shoes and rushed out of the apartment complex.