What if... The leaders of each division suddenly swapped between teams? What would become of them?
Anika, a young hypnotherapist from the bustling, busy city of Akihabara, has become the temporary leader of @tokyo-division. Let’s find out what kind of new mischief she and her new team will get into.
Waiting for a text from Makina was like being stuck in some serious traffic. Every single time, just waiting for a text back brought up an impatience within her she forgot she had.
Anika checked her messages again, the most recent one being:
‘Are you streaming right now? Can I come in?’
Well, no reply from Makina was more than enough of a reply.
Anika opened the door and entered.
Had the flashing warfare on the desktop computer not been happening, she never would’ve been able to tell someone was in the room at the moment— the bedroom truly looked like it had been ransacked. Cans of emptied energy drinks littered the room and there was a cartoonishly large bottle of water on top of the desk, placed away from all the gadgets.
Anika headed straight for the computer and peered over the desk chair that was more than half her height.
Makina had one ear of her headset off and was fully seated in her chair, her legs hugging to her chest while her eyes were dead-set on the screen in front of her. On another computer screen was an online messaging app that took up the entire screen.
Anika found it cute that Makina was so small that the desk chair completely shielded her.
Makina’s small hand moved away from the mouse and began to hastily and clumsily type away on the white keyboard, her eyes never leaving the battlefield in front of her.
‘hurry up and leave’
Oh, it was to her and not to her groupchat.
“I’m waiting for a text from the new team,” Anika chuckled. “They didn’t exactly tell me where to meet them.”
Red filled Makina’s main desktop screen and both of their heads whipped to the computer, where large red letters spelled out, ‘YOU DIED’.
Makina’s eyes widened and she grabbed the mic to her headset and began hollering into her mic. Anika watched as Makina waited for a reply from the other line before slamming her fist on her desk in anger.
While Makina’s childish tantrums weren’t exactly pleasant, Anika always found them humorous and entertaining. The shortest person she knew was screaming a string of profanities to whom she assumed to be her own teammates. She could barely stifle a laugh.
Anika’s silent laugh had reached Makina’s ears and she released a low growl.
Anika’s phone vibrated in her pocket. Finally, her new teammates decided on a meeting place.
She sighed in relief upon reading the location listed on the text message. A smile formed on her face and stroked Makina’s head. “I’ll see you at the TV station in a few days, then. Be good to your new leader, okay? Also, try not to die in the next round.”
She ducked when a flying water bottle came her way.
