Hideaki seemed to perk up just a little at the offer of a game of chess, a small glimmer of light blinked in his scarlet eyes and he let out a small gasp of shock. Would he really play? To at least get one, maybe two games from the mechanic before he inevitably quit like all those before - it would be something at least! People always eventually were turned off at playing against him after all, Hideaki was unbeaten in chess, draughts, go, shogi, mah-jong.. even snakes and ladders. Undefeated thanks to his immense strategy skills.
“You would play me?” Hideaki repeated quietly, the shock causing him to speak clearly as he forgot his nerves. They quickly returned, but there was genuine thanks in his tone.
“I would.. truly a-appreciate that, thank you Kazuichi-san. Wh-Whether you w-win or not, what m-matters is what you l-learn from the game…”
There was no way Kazuichi would win.
Still, despite his little desire for anything other than a strong coffee. Hideaki’s stomach was louder than his words. It growled, and the tall boy winced a little - how long had it been since he ate? A few days at least, that was probably why he blacked out so quickly after being startled. He could use the crackers from the canteen for certain, and if Souda had more, he’d appreciate that as well.
“Just c-crackers will be fine, I would… g-get sick from the brownie. But really.. I sh-should be able to get them from the c-canteen without t-troubling you further. Th-Thank you.”
🔧 - Now that the boy was standing, Kazuichi was beginning to realize just how freaking tall this guy really was...he didn’t notice it before when he had been on the floor, and barely had any time to register it beforehand. If he didn’t know any better by now, he’d....probably have been intimidated by him, honestly. The nasty scar he has on his face also made him a bit wary but...now wasn’t the time for that.
He had been too lost in his own thoughts again to hear the small gasp that came from his classmate, but the mechanic did note the rather odd response to a suggestion he had made offhandedly to try and ease any remaining tension.
“Huh? I mean...yeah, of course....why wouldn’t I?” - no use trying to hide up his geek side now. The other guy was probably just shocked to know a punk like him played at all, right? “Geez, it’s n-not like it’s a huge deal.” His stutter made him an obvious and terrible liar. He hadn’t played with a friend in years.
“Hell, we could even play one today....it’s not like we’ve got classes or anything. I’m pretty sure it’s just the two of us here aside from some of the staff, too.”
Now that he thought about it.. finding someone else here during break was honestly pretty awesome! This guy’s obviously not a jerk, so maybe he’d have a chance to make a friend, right?
“Awh, that sucks, dude. You allergic to chocolate or something?” He did note the other teen’s stomach growling, though....huh. Maybe it was closer to lunchtime than he remembered. Or maybe he just hadn’t eaten breakfast.
“Aaaaanyway, let’s get going. J-just because I offered doesn’t mean I’m gonna wait all day if you fall behind me on the way, you know.”
Damn stutter again. Of course he’d slow down for him if that were the case.
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