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sexymemer69 – 103
koujaku27 – 2
Koujaku stared at the leaderboard. The 1 digit number beside his name stared back at him. He could almost hear the blonde next to him smirking. He scowled and turned to face the German.
“Hacks! I call hacks!”
Noiz laughed humorlessly. “Face it, old man. You suck at CoD.”
Koujaku snorted. “It’s a stupid game anyway. I remember back when I was conscripted into the war. A brat like you wouldn’t last five minutes in the real world.”
“What was that about not lasting five minutes?”
Koujaku turned his head and saw the boy moving towards him, eyes narrowed. Was he trying to look seductive or..? Because honestly, he just looked like he’d forgotten his glasses.
As his face got closer Koujaku realized what was about to happen and threw himself back across the sofa. “Get away from me, you’re underage!”
“I’m 19, thanks.” Noiz retorted, moving his hand to the Japanese man’s thigh.
Just then a message popped up on the screen. ‘slyblue has invited you to play CoD’
Noiz jumped back into his gaming position and quickly accepted. Within seconds, the two teenagers were screaming obscenities at each other through their headsets. Koujaku relaxed, leaning back into the soft cushions (he may be a brat but he’s rich as hell) and taking the time to look at the angry nerd sitting next to him.
They had a love-hate kind of relationship at the moment. Frenemies. Every moment they spent together was filled with insults and smart-ass comments - but they still spent time together. As embarrassing as it was being seen with an anti-social teenager who looked like he’d fallen in a bin at Hot Topic, he enjoyed Noiz’s company. Maybe Noiz felt the same way.
Probably not.
He could feel his cheeks warm as he thought about a deeper relationship. His stomach twisted with shame and guilt. How could he do that to Aoba? But of course these were only intrusive thoughts. Aoba loved him and he loved Aoba back. He’d rather spend his life with a beautiful, caring man than a whiny idiot.
“FUCK OFF SLY!” Koujaku was startled back into reality. He heard laughter from Noiz’s headphones. “CAMPING IS FOR NOOBS!”
Koujaku didn’t know what a ‘noob’ was, but he didn’t ask.
“Let Koujaku play too,” he heard Sly saying through the headphones. He hated Aoba’s brother (his other brother, Sei, was nice though) and didn’t particularly want him laughing at Koujaku’s bad playing. But Noiz added him to the game regardless.
“I’ll invite Sei, too,” Noiz said.
“Shit, no,” Sly said quickly.
“For the lulz.” Noiz scrolled through his friends list (the majority of names being German vulgarities) until he reached legendarynoobkiller and pressed invite.
“‘Legendary noob killer’?” Koujaku asked skeptically.
“Yeah, watch out old man.”
Sei turned out to be exactly what his name said. Koujaku died 30 times in the first few minutes. Noiz and Sly were only doing slightly better.
“Sei, calm the fuck down,” Sly moaned.
Sei laughed sweetly. “Sorry everyone!” he said.
By the end of the game, through blood, sweat, and tears, Koujaku had managed a grand total of 5 kills.
“Fuck this stupid game,” he muttered, throwing down the controller. “I’m going home.”