in it to win it
pairing: kunimi akira x fem reader
genre: general/fluff
wc: 507
a/n: merry christmas and happy new year to @whootwhoot! surprise! i’m your pinch server for secret santa :) i hope that the new year brings you luck, joy, and happiness. cheers to you!
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You lick your bottom lip in concentration, leaving the tip of your tongue hanging out of the corner of your mouth as your eyes focus on the bright, flashing screen ahead of you. "Come on," you urge to no one but yourself. "Just a few... more... dots..."
Victory is so close you can almost taste it. It tastes like cherries, strawberries, oranges, apples. It'll taste like melon after this round, too. You're sure of it. But victory isn't in the cards for you this round.
"No!" your dominant hand stays tightly bound to the joystick as your other hand comes up to smack the plastic screen of the Pac-Man game you've been so concentrated on for the past 15 or 20 minutes. Or 30. You lost count. "Stupid Clyde," you seethe at the little orange ghost dancing around the screen with its ugly little ghost friends. "The Pac-Man wiki told me you were the worst ghost."
Frustrated, you dig in your pocket for another token. This time for sure you'll come out on top. You hear the satisfied clinks of the machine eating your token, and the game boots up for you once again.
But right away, you lose a life. And you groan. You mess with the joystick in your hand, fiddling with it quite roughly as you wait for Pac-Man to reappear.
"Get a grip," a tired voice says from behind you, and you can't help but scoff.
"You get a grip, Kunimi," you retort, not bothering to turn around and look him in the eye. You hate when he shows up unannounced, it really ruins your game. Your palms get sweaty, your knees get weak, your arms start shaking, your heart-
Your heart is beside the point. You don't want him messing up your groove.
"Ugh, no. I meant," you hear his feet shuffle from behind you to make it to the space next to you. "that your grip," he bumps you with his hip, effectively getting you out of the way just enough for him to share the view of Pac-Man with you, "sucks. Keep your hand on the joy-stick and follow my lead," he instructs, enveloping his hand over yours in an attempt to guide you through the game.
You know how to play the game and you know how to hold a little controller. Your mind is telling you to kick Kunimi’s shin so he can buzz off. But your heart is telling you to stay put and see where this goes.
You feel your face get hot, and hope that the heat isn’t traveling to your fisted hand over the stick. Since when did he get so comfortable?
"Kunimi, move-"
"Nah," he cuts you off. "I've been watching you play this game all day. When we lose, you’re taking a break and we're playing Initial-D." And he says it like it's a plan you agreed to.
You puff of your cheeks to hold back any protests, because honestly? Spending the day with Kunimi at the arcade does't sound too bad.
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tagging: @wateringlily @tamcitrus and also tagging @mimi-cee-hq for funsies :)
