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“No, Sawamura, you idiot! Left! Turn left!”
“Of course you’d go for the rocket launcher—that’s such a Kuramochi thing to do.”
“Get off my shoulder, Miyuki Kazuya! I can’t use my controller—“
“Oh, what was that, Sawamura? Am I bothering you? How about if I sit like this? How about now?”
“Get your leg out of my face! I can’t see!”
“TURN LEFT SAWAMURA—“
Kuramochi took a deep, slow breath before opening his eyes again, fingers nimbly pressing buttons with devastating accuracy, watching as his camera darted around, looking for Sawamura’s character. He tuned out the background noise and the commotion in his room as Jun, Sawamura, and Miyuki wrestled Sawamura for his controller. Kuramochi was sure that Sawamura’s side of the screen must have been shaking like crazy right now with the way Miyuki was laughing and apparently making Sawamura run into several walls, but he couldn’t look right now.
If there was one thing Kuramochi prided himself on, it was his determination and focus. And right now, he was on a mission.
Kuramochi spotted Sawamura’s character turning around in circles near a corner and took the shot. The “Win” screen flashed on Kuramochi’s half of the screen while Sawamura’s darkened with a “Game Over.” Kuramochi smiled as Sawamura gawked at the screen, letting out his loud laugh
“That’s five wins in a row, Sawamura!” Kuramochi said, nudging Sawamura with his elbow. “Why don’t you get good already, huh?”
“Wow, has it really been five wins already?” came Ryousuke’s voice. Kuramochi looked up to see him peeking over the edge of Kuramochi’s bunk. Ryousuke had come over earlier tonight to spend time with Kuramochi, but soon after he showed up, Jun and Miyuki invited themselves over to start a video game tournament. Kuramochi was soon sucked into everything before he could stop himself—he could never resist the call of a challenge.
“It’s not my fault! Spitz and Miyuki-senpai were bothering me!” Sawamura claimed.
“What’d you call me, Sawamura?” Jun sneered, locking Sawamura in a headlock.
Sawamura wrestled himself from Jun’s grip and looked at Kuramochi with foolish determination on his face. “One more game!” Sawamura said as if he hadn’t been asking for ‘one more game’ this entire night.
“You really shouldn’t,” Kuramochi heard Ryousuke say from the top bunk. For a moment he felt like he could detect ice in his voice.
Kuramochi grimaced as he leaned back to face Ryousuke. “C’mon, Ryou-san—one more game won’t hurt him, right?”
Ryousuke clicked his tongue. His lips, curled into their seemingly perpetual smile, seemed forced and one of eyebrows was ticked up like he was frustrated. “You’re kidding, right?” he asked. “You know he’s just going to keep asking for games until you lose, right?”
“Then, I guess it’s going to be a long night, huh, Sawamura?” Kuramochi tore his eyes away from Ryousuke to give Sawamura a cheeky grin. “You’re twenty years too early to be challenging me!”
“Maybe in twenty years this game session will finally end,” Ryousuke quipped.
Miyuki smirked up at the top bunk. “You got something against video games, Ryousuke-san?”
Ryousuke’s nose twitched and his lips pulled into a frown. “Of course not,” he sniffed.
Jun rolled his eyes. “Of course he does—everyone knows Ryousuke sucks at first person shooters,” he said, jabbing a thumb at Ryousuke.
“Watch your mouth, Jun, or you’re going to find yourself without one,” Ryousuke snapped.
“Oh, yikes,” Miyuki snickered behind his hand, not even silenced by Ryousuke’s glare.
Kuramochi felt an inkling of guilt in his gut. He had really intended on spending tonight with Ryousuke, but it honestly was really hard to do so when everyone was in the room. Besides, if he couldn’t kick them out, he might as well join him right?
Kuramochi shook his head of these thoughts. Focus on the challenge ahead, Youichi. Kuramochi leaned forward to reset his PS3. “You ready to get your ass beat again, Sawamura?’
“I was born ready,” Sawamura said and Miyuki and Kuramochi laughed. He turned beat red before stammering. “I-I mean, it is you who will getting your ass kicked, Kuramochi-senpai!”
“You’re a disaster,” Jun said almost pitifully.
There is a loud thud on the floor, muffled by the carpet as Ryousuke hopped off of the bunk. Kuramochi turned to see Ryousuke walking towards him and sitting next to him with a somewhat resigned sigh. “I suppose I might as well watch this idiocy,” he said with a shrug. He scooted closer to Kuramochi, their shoulders almost touching as he propped himself up on one hand.
Kuramochi looked surprised, and then he smiled at Ryousuke. “You can play if you want, Ryou-san,” he offered.
Ryousuke scoffed and put his hand out in front of him. “I’ll pass, I’m just here to see someone get their ass kicked.”
“That’s the spirit, Onii-san!” Sawamura said.
Miyuki observed Ryousuke for a minute. Then he smirked and turned to Jun. “I bet you two thousand yen on Sawamura’s win,” he said.
Jun smiled at Miyuki’s weirdly foolish bet. “You’re on,” he said.
The game started again and Kuramochi immediately began to tune out the sound of Sawamura’s shouting and focused on his screen, moving strategically through the stage he had played a thousand times in middle school, when he suddenly feels something on his back that sent a series of chills up his spine.
Kuramochi accidentally walked into the wall when he realizes that sensation was Ryousuke walking his fingers up Kuramochi’s spine under his shirt.
“Hey! What are you doing, Kuramochi?” Jun yelled.
“Fuck,” Kuramochi swore, quickly trying to maneuver out of the way of the wall. Next to him he could hear the almost inaudible sound of Ryousuke’s chuckle. Ryousuke leaned closer to Kuramochi, hooking his neck over Kuramochi’s shoulder. To the normal onlooker, it would have looked like he was just peeking at the game over his boyfriend’s shoulder, but Kuramochi could feel Ryousuke’s warm breath on his neck and the light chuckling when Kuramochi’s body goes stiff from Ryousuke’s touch.
Kuramochi almost fell off a ledge as Ryousuke dug his nails lightly into Kuramochi’s skin and dragged them down his back. Kuramochi felt a groan bubble up in his throat and he bit his lips firmly, feeling his face grow warmer with every moment.
“Sawamura, to the right!”
“Shit, Kuramochi he’s right there! Move!”
Kuramochi jerked his controller to the side instinctively, like that would help. “Fuck, hold up! I’m—“
From the corner of his eye, Kuramochi could see Ryousuke’s mischevious smirk as he turned his head, leaning closer to Kuramochi’s ear. Kuramochi’s body does this weird thing like it can’t decide if it should be frozen stiff or warm all over. Ryousuke’s finger hooked over the waistband of Kuramochi’s pants and he blew cool air into Kuramochi’s ear.
“Fuck,” Kuramochi said before he could stop himself, his nerves going haywire as he proceeded to walk his character into the wall again.
“Got him!” Sawamura shouted.
Suddenly, Kuramochi’s side of the screen is splattered with red and the “Game Over” appears. Ryousuke laughed as he pulled away from Kuramochi, leaving him feeling both relieved and wanting more. Sawamura cheered over his apparent victory and Miyuki himself is clutching his sides in laughter.
“What the fuck, Kuramochi?” Jun growled. “You just lost me two thousand yen!”
“Thank you very much,” Miyuki sang as he plucked the bill from Jun’s hand. He waved it in front of his face with a smirk as Kuramochi glared at him. “Something wrong, Mochi?”
“That’s it, everyone out,” Kuramochi said. “That includes you, Sawamura.”
The euphoria of his victory suddenly slid off of Sawamura’s face for a look of shock. “What? But I live here!”
“Too bad,” Kuramochi said, shoving everyone out of the room. “Everyone out!”
“I never knew you were a sore loser, Kuramochi-senpai!” Sawamura shouted.
“You owe me two thousand yen!” said Jun.
Miyuki was the last one to be pushed out the door. He wiggled his eyebrows at Kuramochi. “It’s too bad about that last game,” he said. “Never knew you could be so easily distracted.”
“Fuck you,” Kuramochi growled.
“Hm, maybe not tonight—it seems like you have other plans,” Miyuki smirked.
Kuramochi slammed the door in his face and turned to face Ryousuke, who was standing close behind him with his telltale grin. “Ryou-san,” he whined, his cheeks feeling warm as Ryousuke tilted his head innocently to the side.
“What’s wrong, Kuramochi?” Ryousuke asked with his hands joined behind his back. “I thought you were going to kick Sawamura’s ass?”
“Y-You lost me a whole game,” Kuramochi stammered weakly. “I, uh, I mean—Sawamura will never let me live it down.”
“And you lost me a good hour,” Ryousuke said, leaning forward on his heels, so close that Kuramochi felt nervous. “But now that we’re all alone, I’ll be sure we won’t have any more distractions.”
“Fuck,” Kuramochi said, covering his face with his hands. Ryousuke laughed and leaned forward, locking the door with a click!