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There he was, standing just in front of the Game room's door. Super High School Level Gamer, Nagito Komaeda, one of the most popular figures in Japan's entire gaming community was attending Hope's Peak. He opened the door and looked around at the cabinets with such titles as "Pac-Man", "Galaxian", "Street Fighter", and other classics. He turned around and saw someone leaning over what from this angle seemed to be a Galaga table, using several tools to fix it.
This should be one of his classmates he was thinking, presumably the Mechanic from the job he was presently working on. Quickly Komaeda yanked out his small database from one of the innumerable pockets in his coat and read through the class list.
The guy's name would turn out to be Hajime Hinata.
Komaeda's pager went of and he tapped away on the keys, communicating with his people, this caused Hinata to turn around surprised that somebody was interrupting.
Ping! taptapclack
Hinata POV
I was just working on the first assignment they gave me when I walked in, fixing a broken down Arcade game to get a grade this period. Some people did drop by here and there to check on this room, some of them students, others faculty. It got to 9:30 without much interruption on the project when suddenly a ping and tapping on some keys came from the area of the door behind me.
I turned to see some guy in a hoodie with a belt buckle that looked like a spaceship who's hair, from what I could tell was like a mop and probably dyed.
Who is this kid? Does he even notice me sitting here?
He looked back up from his device and I guess...tried to wave hello at me while he pulled out a can of soda.
This will get really interesting I bet. What with all these 'interesting' students.
"Er... I'm sorry to intrude on anything here." this wavy haired kid with the belt and weird blondish-pink dye job said while stuffing away his electronic item in his coat pocket. I must have been staring at him a bit to intently because he was getting uncomfortable and then after a few moments of eye contact he realized he was forgetting an introduction.
"Oh jeez sorry, jus sort of going haywire here with all the new things going on. I'm Nagito Komaeda, probably the most popular gamer in Japan."
I don't think I've ever seen him before, heard his name once or twice probably.
"That's exactly what the last guy in here claimed he was" I said.
He just kind of chuckled and asked me "Well who was this guy? I'm sure that I beat him in a tourney before."
I responded, "Didn't catch the person's name, he didn't speak to me."
He does that same chuckle again, and really it's actually kind of cute, and pulls out a magazine with his face on the cover and states "Well I actually have evidence to back up my claim."
The cover read: "Japan's national gaming sensation Nagito Komaeda is victorious at the regional prefecture finals tournament."
"Dude your smile here looks like you're going to kill somebody"
Somehow he doesn't take any offense to this and just flashes what I assume to be his signature smile before swigging some more caffeinated beverage. Let me tell you in real life it's much more flattering and less...demented looking?
"So whatcha working on?" he asks.
"Just need to patch up this bad boy right here" I say, showing off a cabinet of Galaga.
"Oh man that's like my favorite game" he directed me to his belt buckle and laughed that endearing laugh again.
"Looks like you're going to be able to play a good test run of this, so why don't you give it a shot?"
"I'll give it much more than a shot" he said, placing the beverage on the table next to the screen, making me uneasy but it was probably something he always did, and looking down at it he got to work doing his thing.