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Shouta placed his last card on the pile. He leaned back with a tiny, satisfied smirk on his face as Shirakumo and Hizashi lost it.
“Two draw-fours in a row! And as the last cards no less!” Hizashi cried as he drew from the stack. “That’s some villain-level planning, man."
He shrugged. “It was the most logical way to go about it.”
“‘Logical’ my ass, you just wanted to see us suffer.” Oboro said, holding out his deck and putting down the next card.
He huffed and bit his lip to hide his smile. “Maybe.”
Oboro and Hizashi exchanged glances. They silently shared the victory of making Shouta laugh.
Shouta relaxed as he watched the other two battle for second place with determination. The minutes ticked by, and he honestly thought the match was never going to end.
Eventually, it was five minutes before recess was over.
“We should get going.” Shouta stood and picked up the remains of his lunch.
“And end it in a tie!?” Hizashi squawked as he put down a draw-two. “No way!”
“Agreed.” Oboro turned to Shouta as he put down another draw-two. “Go on ahead without us, we’ll catch up.”
Shouta stared at them with a raised eyebrow.
“Promise.” Oboro said.
Convincing enough. “You better.” Shouta turned on his heel. “See ya.”
“See ya!” They both said in unison, and Shouta left the rooftop.
It was still a tense match. Reverse cards and skips were once again thrown out all around, the changes of colors every two or three cards could've left the crowds howling. Hizashi was about to put in the game changer –
They jumped back at the sound of the bell.
"Shit!"
Hizashi and Oboro scrambled to pick up everything. They were about to rush out the place until Oboro froze.
Why was he staring out the rooftop? Was he forgetting something? Did something happen or did he just forget they could be late?!
"C'mon dude, we gotta run!" Hizashi was nearly bouncing on his feet.
Oboro locked eyes with him.
"I have an idea."
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Meanwhile, Shouta had his eyes glued to the classroom door. He was expecting blue and yellow hair to crash in at any second, probably with one bragging about how he won against the other.
The teacher was about to start roll call, yet he stopped right before he lifted the binnacle. "I forgot something in the staff room. I'll be right back."
At least it's extra time for them to arrive , Shouta thought.
The class sunk into talking as he readied his materials. The noise slowly changed into giggles and snickers, but he wasn't curious enough to ask.
"Aizawa." Oizuchi said behind him.
Shouta turned to his classmate. "What?"
Oizuchi pointed toward the window with a chuckle. "I think they want your help."
He swiveled his head to the window, and he squinted in utter confusion.
Oboro and Hizashi.
Both sitting on a cloud and with impish grins on their faces.
They gave Oizuchi a quick thumbs up before they made eye contact with Shouta. Their arms were practically flailing as they pointed to the window lock.
He understood immediately, yet he was pretty sure he had what the actual hell written all over his face as he walked over. Stupefied.
Shouta opened the window while Dumb and Dumber visibly struggled to hold in laughter.
"I," he said as he helped them down, "am going to kill you both."
Oboro's shoulders were shaking. "You can come with us next time though!"
Shouta opened his mouth, but the retort died on his tongue as he heard footsteps in the hall.
The classroom quieted and everyone rushed to their seats. The professor entered, and all he saw was suspiciously innocent looks.
He raised an eyebrow, but decided not to question it.