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Chazz was feeling out of it, to say the least.
He had left the duelling arena minutes earlier, just when he was about to beat that Jaden in a duel. Security had been approaching outside, about to do their check in just in case anyone was duelling past curfew. Of course, they found no one since everyone had already fled the scene.
His minions had followed right behind him, but he had scowled at them and told them to leave him alone, to which they did.
That duel made him annoyed.
Extremely.
How did a loser like that Slifer manage to beat Professor Crowler in a duel? How did that slacker manage to even reduce his Life Points? Jaden was a Slifer Red, the worst rank in the school. And he, Chazz, was an Obelisk Blue, the top rank in the school, and the top student in his old school.
So how come Jaden could defeat one of the teachers? Slifers weren’t supposed to be able to!
He growled in irritation, stomping over to the nearby docks. The grass crunched under his boots, the night sky darkening into deep shades of black. The sea washed over the concrete, moonlight glittering in the reflection of the dark blue waves. The stars held high, gleaming, almost dancing in joy while Chazz sat on the edge of the docks.
It wasn’t possible.
It absolutely wasn’t possible.
Chazz stared out at the sea, glaring at it like it could undo the reality of the entrance exams. Even the moon seemed to glow, almost laughing at his denial of things. Eventually, he heard the sound of boots clacking on the concrete behind, the wind brushing past his black hair. Chazz whipped around to scowl at the person walking up to him, and under the street lights put up, he could identify them as a Ra Yellow student. A middle ranked student, he realized.
What the hell was a Ra Yellow doing here, bothering an Obelisk Blue?
“Oi, get out of here.” He grumbled.
He watched as the Ra Yellow student ignored him, and promptly sat down on the edge a little further down than him. A vein throbbed in his temple. How dare this middle rank punk ignore the future top student in Duel Academy?!
“Hey! I said scram!” He shouted, turning to fully stare down the Ra Yellow with intimidation. The attempt failed, as they looked at him with an unimpressed look. They held one of those plastic drinking glasses with a straw, to which they took a quick sip before replying.
“You’re not very nice, are you?” They remarked, seeming very indifferent.
Chazz gaped at them. “Wha- do you know who I am?!” He screeched in indignation.
The Ra Yellow seemed incredibly unfazed, merely sighing. “No. Am I supposed to?” They quipped, dangling their legs over the waters.
“Yes! Yes you’re supposed to!” Chazz was baffled now. How unaware of reality was this kid? They didn’t know THE Chazz Princeton?! “Do you live under a rock?!”
They ignored his remark, narrowing their eyes as if trying to decipher a puzzle. After a couple of seconds – in that time, Chazz felt like he was about to go on an angry rant – their eyes widened, and they snapped their fingers in recognition.
Finally.
Chazz prepared himself for the usual shower praise he deserved, smirking. He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of “Yeah, yeah, I’m The Chazz Princeton, now move it!”
But then the Ra Yellow interrupted him.
“Oh, wait, you’re the spiky one!” They declared, pride evident in their tone even though all they did was recognise Chazz from the plane. They didn’t even know his name!
Chazz stared at them.
For an agonizingly long time.
Until he managed to choke out a: “The what?”
They simply nodded, kicking their feet over the sea subconsciously. “The spiky one. You know, your hair. I don’t mean to offend or anything, it’s just that your hair literally is spiky. Can I touch it?”
“Hell no! A slacker like you can’t touch my hair, ever!” His hand flew up to his hair instinctively in an almost protective manner. He was getting even more confused by this Ra Yellow student by the second.
They paused for a moment, and then shrugged. “Eh, fair. We barely know each other either.”
“Speaking of, I’m [Name], nice to meet you properly. I’m not very good with names, though, so it might take a while for me to actually get your name right. Jazz, right? Heard a buncha people shout that around you.”
Chazz was getting whiplash from the sudden change of topic. He did manage to catch the fact they got his name wrong, and managed to utter out: “It’s Chazz! I’m The Chazz! The Chazz Princeton!”
[Name] tilted their head to the side, the smell of sea salt strong like the annoyance Chazz felt. “But why put the in front of your name? It kind of like… objectifies you, or something.”
Chazz opened his mouth to retort, maybe an insult or something with actual logic in it, but found absolutely nothing. He settled on an annoyed huff. “I- ugh, I don’t have to explain myself to you, you slacker!”
Why was he still here, conversing with this idiot?
“If that’s what you’re comfortable with, fine by me.” [Name] shrugged, turning away to stare out into the open sea.
Chazz blinked. Were they really just going to nod and accept it like that?
It was incredibly silent for a couple moments, [Name] enjoying the breeze of the night while Chazz kind of just stared at them, absolutely baffled. [Name] took a swift sip of the cup they were holding, holding their legs just over the tide. They hummed a small sort of tune, the kind you would make when you felt sort of at peace with things.
Chazz watched them carefully, slightly dumbfounded by how… chill they were.
For some reason, Chazz decided to stay. He was annoyed, yes, but there was a reluctant curiosity lingering within.
He grumbled, turning away to face the moon, staring up at the midnight sky. “Is that all it takes for you to shut up?”
[Name] shrugged their shoulders, not bothering to glance at Chazz. “Pretty much.”
They took another swig from their bottle, gulping it down before observing the ocean again. Chazz glanced at the bottle in their hand, curiosity getting the better of him. “…What the hell are you even drinking?” He muttered loudly. It was a miracle he was even loud enough for [Name] to hear him over the sound of the waves.
“Coffee.” They replied instantly, swishing the bottle absentmindedly, not turning to look at Chazz.
Chazz’s eyes furrowed. “What kind, dumbass?”
[Name] still didn’t turn to look at him. They just spoke over the crashes of blue against grey, streetlight and starlight illuminating the docks.
“Matcha coffee.” They said simply.
He scoffed in disgust. Why was [Name] so… apathetic? He was actively trying to get an actual reaction out of them. “You mean a matcha latte? Those things are disgusting.” He jeered, pulling at his coat collar.
“No, a latte doesn’t have coffee in it. This one does. It’s basically just matcha and coffee mixed together with some cream and sugar.” They said simply, bringing the straw to their lips.
Chazz grimaced. “Where’s the whipped cream?”
“Whipped cream feels wrong in my mouth. I dunno how to explain it. Mixed in a drink, that’s fine, but on it’s own? Feels weird.” [Name] explained, scratching at the collar of their yellow uniform.
“…The hell is wrong with you?” Chazz gaped. Why was he still sitting near them and asking all of these things?! [Name] was a middle rank Ra Yellow student, not some kid that was on his level of superiority.
They huffed out a breath that almost resembled a warm chuckle, the most amount of emotion he got out of them during this entire conversation. “Everything, probably.”
That was not the reaction Chazz wanted. He scowled, standing up in a huff. He looked like he was about to throw a complete fit, like a spoiled child not getting his way. “I- ugh!!” He turned to leave, annoyance clear in the way his boots crunched as he began to stomp away.
[Name] waved a free hand at him in a friendly way. “Bye, Chad.”
A vein throbbed in Chazz’s head. God, how the hell did he endure this idiot for however long he was sitting near them? “IT’S THE CHAZZ!” He screeched, not even bothering to look at them anymore as he walked away.
“Oh. Bye then, the Chazz.” [Name] blinked, before waving him off again. Their tone was so indifferent that it somehow singlehandedly pissed Chazz off.
“YOU-! YOU RUINED IT! UGH! SLACKER!"
And with that, he finally strode off into the distance, disappearing out of their view. They stared at where he had stalked off, before shrugging and taking a sip of their coffee. They sighed in contentment.
“…Why does he keep calling me a slacker again? Meh. Ooh, butterfly.”