Fencing state championship finals, 2019
(one year after the events of current canon)
Seiji could barely believe his own eyes. It was the fourth bout in the team event finals, the score was 18 to 18, which meant that Nicholas was tied with Jesse.
Nicholas, who had a mere 2 years of practice fencing épée. Nicholas, who still lost to Seiji every time they practiced together. Nicholas, who still hadn’t mastered his parry sixte. That Nicholas. Seiji turned to Bobby and Eugene, just to see if they were seeing the same thing he was seeing.
Eugene turned to grin at him. “Pretty crazy, right? At this rate, we might actually win, bro.”
There were 20 seconds left on the clock. Nicholas lunged, and Jesse got a hit to his wrist just as Nicholas’s blade hit Jesse’s thigh.
The score went up on both sides, 19 to 19.
Bobby’s jaw dropped. “Wha— how did—”
“Double touch,” Seiji explained, a bit breathlessly. He still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. “When two fencers land a hit within 40 milliseconds of each other, both of the hits are registered.”
For a couple seconds, Jesse and Nicholas just stared at each other. Seiji knew for a fact that Nicholas had never gotten a double touch before, and he knew Jesse wasn’t particularly accustomed to them either. Most of the people Jesse fenced weren’t fast enough to match his speed, to land a hit at the exact same time that he did.
(Seiji had managed to score a double touch with Jesse exactly once, during a practice match. It was a moment that he looked back on with far more pride than he should’ve.)
Nicholas attacked Jesse again, using a flèche this time, and as the hit landed, Seiji only had two thoughts running through his head. Nicholas just won a bout against Jesse Coste. And he’d used Seiji’s signature move to do it.
Seiji had spent hours working with Nicholas on that flèche. Practicing it with him, helping him improve it. Seiji couldn’t help the pride that surged through him. In a way, he’d helped Nicholas win the bout against Jesse.
Nicholas pumped his fist, turning back to grin at his teammates.
Seiji found himself thinking back to the King’s Row tryouts during his freshman year, when Seiji lost to Aiden and Nicholas had introduced him to the concept of an “indirect win”. Bobby had compared it to an indirect kiss. It had seemed ridiculous at the time, but now he was beginning to see its merit.
He beat Nicholas all the time. And Nicholas had just beaten Jesse.
Nicholas sauntered over to them and tossed a casual arm around Seiji’s shoulder.
“So,” he said with an easy smile, “does this mean we’re officially rivals?”