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Youichi really loves games.
He really does. But not this –
“Kuramochi-senpai!” yells Sawamura, tugging on Youichi’s shirt as if he’s not even remotely aware that he can get killed by another chokehold. “Come play with me and Asada!”
Youichi’s eye twitches. “And what game are we playing, Sawamura?”
Sawamura cackles. “I found an otome game from one of my classmates and she lent me – “
One. Two. Three. Youichi has to count in his head just to avoid causing major injuries on stupid people. He wants to laugh at the pitcher’s words because what the fuck?! Since when did Youichi and otome game ever fit in the same sentence?
“You better be joking, Sawamura,” says Youichi in a warning tone.
Sawamura gulps and fidgets his hands. “It’s just Room 5 bonding,” he blurts out. “We can laugh at the game and I don’t think Asada likes your games where people get killed all the time.”
Youichi rolls his eyes, but relents. Maybe Sawamura does have a point. Youichi has already asked Asada millions of times to play with him, but his roommate continues to decline him politely. He would’ve practiced his moves on him if he didn’t have his own weapon: that innocent face and the polite voice he keeps talking with.
“I guess I can make an exception,” grumbles Youichi. “What is that game even about?”
Sawamura’s eyes light up. “It’s about a girl inside a magic academy who wants to be the best even if she’s a commoner. There’s a lot of routes and I want to try them all!”
Youichi sighs exasperatedly. “When is it?”
“Tomorrow. Don’t forget it, Kuramochi-senpai!”
Youichi puts the pitcher into one of his new chokeholds while he mulls over the future activity. It’s not that he hates otome games, but he prefers to use weapons and savagely assassinate his enemies. But he supposes that maybe he can take a break once in a while.
***
“Why are you sulking?” asks Youichi, crossing his arms.
Sawamura juts his bottom lip. “Asada can’t play with us today. Who’s going to be playing with us now?”
Youichi sighs. “You can play that game alone, you know.”
“Yes, but I want us three to take turns!” Sawamura passionately stands up and pumps his fist in the air. “I want us to get to know each other by how we play it.”
“I really can’t understand what’s going on in your head right now – “
Wait. Youichi suddenly freezes, the wheels in his mind turning. Wait a minute. This is an opportunity for him. Youichi feels a grin forming on his face. He has been suffering for days now – their team captain has advanced from an idiot in denial to a pining idiot. Youichi is so done with seeing the way Miyuki exhales loudly for the thirtieth time when he sees Sawamura or the way Miyuki keeps hitting home runs when Sawamura is within vicinity or the way the catcher scowls at his kouhai roommate when the poor kid is partnered with the pitcher.
“Kuramochi-senpai?” Sawamura waves a hand at his face, eyebrows scrunched. “Why are you grinning like that?”
Youichi stifles an evil laugh and shakes his head. “Nothing. I suddenly came up with a good idea.”
Sawamura frowns. “Huh?”
Youichi turns his back and smirks.
***
“Miyuki, do you have a moment?”
Miyuki closes his scorebook and turns towards Youichi, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”
Youichi grins. “I need you to do something.”
***
“WHAT?” yells Sawamura incredulously as he glares at the snickering catcher. “WHY WOULD YOU INVITE THAT JERK?!”
Youichi looks at him innocently. “What? I thought you said it needs to be three people?”
“I DIDN’T – “
Miyuki’s face turns serious. “Why? You’re going to defy your captain?”
Sawamura turns red and huffs. “FINE! BUT YOU’RE NOT PLAYING!”
“Not like I want to play anyway,” mutters Miyuki.
Youichi thinks he’s a genius.
***
Oh shit, Youichi is not a genius. Not at all.
He has forgotten that he’s dealing with an oblivious idiot who is unconsciously pining over another idiot who is pining and acting like a big baby. Youichi grips the video controller tightly while Sawamura keeps telling him to follow that love interest that looks like someone he knows.
“Kuramochi-senpai, follow him! I want him!” exclaims Sawamura. “He’s exactly my type. He looks so gorgeous. I mean, look at those arms and thighs – “
“You really have bad taste, Sawamura,” says Miyuki, his voice suddenly changing tone.
Sawamura whips his head around and struts towards the catcher. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
Youichi wants to pummel them both. And he can’t believe Miyuki just said that straight-faced – he can’t believe the catcher is oblivious too. Of course, people with eyes like Youichi does can tell how much that fucking love interest that Sawamura is obsessed with looks like –
Ugh, Youichi really wants to slap Miyuki. How blind is he? The love interest wears glasses and acts like a freaking asshole who makes the main character chase him. Not to mention his personality is lame. And who does that resemble? Youichi sighs.
How fucking dense can you be to get jealous of a character who literally is almost a carbon copy of you?!
“Gimme that,” grumbles Sawamura, yanking the video controller from Youichi’s hands to his relief. “Ugh, curse you, Miyuki Kazuya!”
Youichi also can’t help but want to strangle his roommate. For someone who’s an expert in shoujo mangas, he literally doesn’t even realize his type looks like the catcher he’s always pestering. Maybe he should just give up and let the two handle this.
Oh wait.
He can’t. Or else his life will be literally over.
(Why does Miyuki and Sawamura keep making him suffer?!)
***
“Oi, Sawamura, you keep playing that game when you should be focusing on your ace duties!” yells Miyuki with his eyes dark.
Youichi shakes his head in exasperation. Are they still not done fighting?
“Shut up, Miyuki Kazuya!” Sawamura sticks his tongue out childishly at the catcher before turning his head back on the screen. “You should learn a thing or two from this love interest.”
That love interest literally acts like Miyuki, idiot, is at the tip of Youichi’s tongue, but he keeps his mouth shut. He doesn’t want to be the one to reveal the truth – contrary to what people think, Youichi is sensitive enough to know that Sawamura will just throw a fit and complain about the lack of romance while Miyuki will just look like he lost himself in the clouds.
Miyuki stands up and yanks the video controller on Sawamura’s hands. “Let me play.”
“No,” insists Sawamura, trying to take back the video controller taken from his hands. “Give me back that, jerk!”
Miyuki stubbornly raises the controller, using his height advantage to keep Sawamura’s hands away. “No. Captain’s orders.”
“BUT, THAT’S NOT EVEN YOURS – “
Youichi yanks the television plug, making Sawamura wail. He turns towards the two and smacks both of them at the back of their heads. Then, he makes his way outside, heading out while he yells, “Make sure you two have your heads back in order by the time I get back here!”
“SENPAI!”
Youichi rolls his eyes. He wonders what’ll happen before he comes back.
***
Youichi just wants to lose his shit.
He comes back inside their dorm room just to see Sawamura playing his game, muttering curses and glancing loads of times at the catcher. Miyuki is on the other side of the room, bottom lip jutted and sulking. His intense glare is aimed at the love interest Sawamura is following again and Youichi just wants to punch him (can’t you see how much you and the love interest are alike?).
Youichi sighs for the hundredth time.
Maybe it’s time to just give up. These two are hopeless.