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“I am thirty-three years old.”
“And? I’m twenty-six. What’s your point.”
“Aren’t arcade dates for high schoolers?”
“They’re also for adults who are cool and have fun.”
Sakyo sighed deeply. Again. He had done a lot of those since Itaru had dragged him out of the dorm on a “date” that he was certain he wouldn’t enjoy.
Playing games in the dorm was one thing, sitting at an arcade machine was quite another.
“It’s basically pachinko,” Itaru teased, “Just more fun. Old yakuza love pachinko, right?”
“I don’t,” Sakyo grumbled. “That’s Sakoda’s thing.”
“Right, well, whatever.” Itaru grinned. “We’re gonna play Street Fighter and I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Like hell you are,” Sakyo grumbled.
Despite everything, he still had his pride. He had been practicing with Taichi for weeks and he was certain that he could beat Itaru now.
“Mmm, arcade controls are a bit different, are you sure?”
The glint in Itaru’s eyes bothered Sakyo. Partially because he didn’t like people assuming he would lose, and partially because it made him want to kiss him, which was not helpful when entering into a serious battle with someone.
Still, he wasn’t going to enjoy this. Absolutely not. He was simply competitive. He was not going to enjoy an arcade date like some teenager.
“One more,” Sakyo pushed another coin into the machine. “I think I’m used to the controls now.”
“You’ve been saying that for an hour,” Itaru smirked. “But sure, let’s go until close. GLHF.”
Sakyo, unfortunately, was having fun. He was getting his ass kicked, but he was having fun.
He would definitely have to practice some more with Taichi, and maybe Azami, before their next arcade date.