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FightingBlossom: That was soooooo close >.< We nearly got them!
Puddinghead: Indeed. I'm sure we will win next time!
FightingBlossom: Hopefully!! Are you up for another round? *(^O^)*
Puddinghead: Is that a real question? Anyways the answer is yes. Don't worry, I've got your back.
FightingBlossom: Alright, let's do this! Speaking of 'back' - I need to pack my bag for the field trip to Tokyo later. But this can wait. Let's kill these dragons!!
Puddinghead: Absolutely relatable.
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FightingBlossom: Did we really end up playing six more rounds?
Puddinghead: Yes.
FightingBlossom: Do I still need to pack my suitcase for the field trip that will start in four hours?
Puddinghead: Maybe.
FightingBlossom: Do I regret it?
Puddinghead: Nope.
FightingBlossom: Correct. By the way, don't you have morning practice today? That bed-headed friend of yours is going to kill you, isn't he?
Puddinghead: Naaaaaa. Kuroo should have gotten used to it by now.
FightingBlossom: But I guess, I should go to bed or at least begin to put my stuff. I'm so excited to go to Tokyo!! I've never been there before!
Puddinghead: It's not that exciting. Really.
FightingBlossom: Easy to say for someone that lives there.
Puddinghead: Just don't mistake some random transmitting mast for the Tokyo Tower, alright?
FightingBlossom: This happens to people?! How?! (o_o)
Puddinghead: Don't know. On the other hand I've met many dorks that weren't able to differentiate between these two.
FightingBlossom: Wow, just wow. It's too bad that we aren't able to meet during my time in Tokyo. I would love to meet my favorite gaming-partner-in-crime <3
Puddinghead: Yeah, this is why I hate practice. I don't have time for anything else!
FightingBlossom: One day I will come and watch you while you are playing volleyball - That's a promise!
Puddinghead: If you say so.
FightingBlossom: Nothing can change my mind about that! I will go offline now. Have a good night, Kenma!
Puddinghead: Night, (Y/N).
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Two hours later you finally made your way into your bed after you had packed the suitcase for your upcoming field trip. Since your school was placed in a rural area it kind of happened to become a tradition that the students go to Tokyo for five days in their second year. Now it was your turn.
Even though the clock reminded you of the short period of two hours until it would kill your eardrums, you couldn't fall asleep. Everytime you closed your eyes your brain would end up going crazy by imagining him. What he might look like. What his voice might sound like. What kind of person he might be in real-life. Kenma, the boy from Tokyo that you've got to know under the unexpected cute gaming-name Puddinghead.
Instead of visiting dreamland you've found yourself thinking about him. Not that you would mind this, but your heart started aching as soon as you reminded yourself of the fact that you wouldn't be able to meet him anyway. With a loud groan you changed your position from laying on the left side to the right one. If you only knew his school's name!
After randomly ending up in the same group of players in a RPG about half a year ago, the both of you got along quite well. It was a pretty unknown game which didn't stop you from totally enjoying it. So did Kenma. Thanks to this shared interest you happened to have very fangirl-ish conversations with him, online of course. Many different games, losses, victories and chats later you would say that you kind of became friends with him. But in contrast to his interests your knowledge about the boy himself was limited.
Kenma; names himself either applepi or Puddinghead in every single game; has started playing volleyball in elementary school; is in second year of high school now; his best friend's name is Kuroo; has an incredibly dry humor; can be surprisingly comforting whenever you have a bad day; makes your heart skip a beat whenever he texts you ... and he lives somewhere in Tokyo. Somewhere in freaking Tokyo, that has 10 million inhabitants. The probability of meeting him tends to zero.
Another groan escaped your mouth.
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On the bus to Tokyo your friends could immediately tell that something was off with you: hair styled to a messy ponytail, rings under the eyes, a bit more pale than usual. Instead of being talkative and excited about the journey you decided to sit down and suffer in silence. Because they were extremely aware of your grumpy mood, that your gaming nights with a lack of sleep usually resulted in, your squad just greeted you. As soon as the bus started moving you dozed off to compensate the non-existing sleep from last night.
But even in your dreams you noticed that you had it bad for him. Very bad. If you were awake, you wouldn't stop thinking about him. If you were sleeping, your mind would make up the weirdest scenarios including him. At this rate you could definitely die from a heart attack pretty soon, at least in your opinion.
Slowly opening your eyes you regretted that decision only a few seconds later. The sun light scored a "massive damage" before you could even realize where exactly you were. To protect your precious ability to see you used one hand as a shield.
"We will arrive in Tokyo in about half an hour." A little bit confused you turned your head to look into your friend's face. Some of the classmates around you were sleeping safe and sound, but she was awake. And she giggled after you had let out a yawn.
Finally your brain started working as it left its energy-saving-mode. Then reality hit you - You will be in Tokyo in less than an hour?! The capital of your country was this close and you hadn't even noticed. Kenma's hometown was this close and you hadn't even noticed! Having a glance at the world outside the window you couldn't help yourself but take a picture to send it to him.
FightingBlossom: Is this the Tokyo Tower? ~(°O°)~
FightingBlossom: * picture attached *
The moment you had clicked on 'send' you started to wait for his reply. To feed your growling stomach you ate one of your sandwiches, whose preparation had nearly ended up in your late arrival at the bus stop this morning. Your phone buzzed.
Puddinghead: Funny. Very funny, little tourist.
Without knowing his voice you could imagine his tone and how he would say these words filled with sarcasm.
FightingBlossom: Hey! Don't forget how I saved your ass last night, little healer.
This time it only took some seconds until his answer arrived.
Puddinghead: While I was saving yours. By the way, do you remember Striking Stardust?
FightingBlossom: Of course! It's supposed to be released this week, isn't it?
The usual warmth embraced your heart and without noticing it a smile appeared on your face.
Puddinghead: Make sure to get your hands on it ASAP! The Multiplayer is said to be awesome!
FightingBlossom: Sure thing! Can't wait to play it with you!
Puddinghead: Same here. Class is about to start. See ya!
FightingBlossom: Have fun!
Oh yeah, you loved how sending him some random stuff like a picture of a transmitting tower was able to end up in long conversations with him.
"Kenma, huh?" Your friend really had a thing for surprising you with her comments today. "You only smile that much while texting with him, (Y/N)."
Every part of your face was tinted in red. Yes, you really had it bad for him.
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In your opinion the days flew by way too fast. Only one day was left until you would have to go back to your hometown. Tokyo was loud, crowded and definitely not rural enough to live here forever, but for a meeting with Kenma you would go through all of this. You had kept your eyes as well as your ears open, had asked him some hidden questions about his location. In the end nothing had worked out. Even though you felt so close to him, it was like he had never been farer away from you.
Much to your dismay your teachers had even limited your free time to a minimum. Normally you would follow the rules and try not to break them at all cost. Today was different. Kenma had texted you that some chain of stores should already sell Striking Stardust; before its official release.
After dinner you had sneaked out of the hotel in order to visit the closest store and be back before someone except for your roommate would notice. Every few steps you checked the directions on your phone. If everything went smoothly, you and Kenma would be able to play the game together tomorrow as he was about to buy it as well. Only the thought of that made your stomach prickle.
Another turn to your left and ... found it! You would never admit the intense feeling of relief that even covered your slight hope of randomly running into Kenma somewhere. (Y/N), a girl from a town in the middle of nowhere, was able to make her way through Tokyo. Thanks to the help of electronic navigation, but anyway - This achievement should be celebrated with buying a new game. What a coincidence that you were standing only a few meters away from such a store!
In front of it were placed a few benches, that a group of boys occupied completely. They obviously attended the same school as all of them wore matching uniforms. As you walked by you gave them a small nod in combination with a smile without saying a word.
"He should hurry, we have been waiting for ages", grumbled one of them just to correct himself a few seconds later. "But we all know how he is when a new game comes out."
And how you knew what this feels like! The tension that had been building up inside of you until you were finally able to buy the game, you were longing for. Then the excitement that is taking over as soon as you start to play, only to skip the tutorial in impatient and to not know how to walk two minutes later. These emotions caused gaming to be that addicting as it was!
Leaving the boys outside you made your way into the building and instantly changed your personality. The introverted high school student was gone; please welcome the passionate gamer girl! This store seemed to be like wonderland for you since the one in your hometown wasn't even half as big. You could literally tell how sparkling your eyes must have been.
After some struggles about orientation and finding the right section, you found the correct shelves pretty close to the entrance. A few minutes ago an assistant had asked you whether you were looking for something special or not. You, being the shy and socially awkward person you saw yourself as, had kindly said "No, thank you. I'm just having a look around."
Uh, you know, like a liar.
Before you could enter the aisles you let a boy pass, presumably the missing member of the group from earlier since he was wearing the same uniform. As soon as you saw the game, you grabbed it to reserve it for you and to have it saved in your hands.
//Kenma is going to be sooooo surprised and happy!//, you squeaked in your mind. Automatically you grabbed your phone to take a picture and send it to him. Caught in your happiness you didn't notice that the door opened.
"Hey. Please hurry up, we want to leave, Kenma!" Honestly you were extremely close to letting go of the game and your phone. Your heart had skipped like ten beats before you came back to reality. The door closed again like nothing had happened, but you knew it had. Sneaking around the corner, while hiding like a gangster, you tried to get a glance at the boy you had passed by earlier.
His name, the game store, Tokyo, the bed-headed guy waiting outside with the squad and his hair. This freaking pudding-like hair that simply invited you to call him a puddinghead. But what were you supposed to do now?
Going to him and say something like "Hey! I've heard your name is Kenma and I was wondering if you play games with a user called FightingBlossom, since I'm (Y/N)."?
Never.
Never ever.
The boy was standing at the checkout as he waited for someone to hand his money to. Approximately two minutes and he would be gone again. Your chance to meet him in person would be gone with him. Clenching your hands into fists you closed your right one around your phone. Next to being online your only connection to the guy that made your heart pound every day. Though, you had never called him before.
Thousands of text messages had been exchanged, which didn't turn out to be the ideal choice here. Before you could really think about it, you held your white device at your ear and started walking towards the checkout. It dialed.
Pressing the game against your chest you felt your heart race inside of it with every inch of your body. This must be him. He simply had to be your Kenma. Your thoughts alternated between little prayers and worries filled with regrets. Every step of yours, every sound from your phone - Your heart was about to explode.
"(Y/N)? Are you about to die or why are you calling me?"
Meanwhile you really were about to die as your heart decided to skip another ten beats. It was him. This boy at the checkout, that was holding his own phone against his ear, was Kenma. Your Kenma.
"Ehm, yeah. I mean, no!" You tried to whisper without him noticing it. "Would you mind doing me a favor? Don't ask why and turn around."
"Okay?"
The guy in line adjusted his bag before making a move. Then he turned around to meet your eyes a little later. Looking into his nearly emotionless but somehow confused face you planted a smile on your lips.
Your hand that was holding the game waved at him a little:
"Hey Puddinghead."