vexernum:
❝Well, as long as lunch is on you.❞ Now that’s a bad lie because Hitoshi doesn’t really care about free lunch. He just wants to move on from this. He’s starting to feel bad the more Uraraka loses to this clearly rigged challenge— like he wants to win it for her to get it over and done with but knowing how competitive this chick is, he’s certain his help won’t be appreciated.
He slings one strap of her backpack over his shoulder, its bright colors completely contradicting the dark ones of his own backpack that is slung over the other shoulder.
Then he re-thinks her offer.
❝On second thought, I think you’ve wasted enough money on this bullshit of a game.” This earns him a disapproving frown from the concession worker but Hitoshi just waves him off. ❝If you win this round, lunch is on me.❞
A feral grin appeared on her face as he spoke the forbidden challenge words. By the look on the concession workers face, he knew that this was about to be the worst 5 minutes of his life. Carefully calculating her moves, she knew that there was only one way to win this. Taking a deep breath, she barely puts enough force for the ring to bounce off as hard as the last one, and yet it sounded like she dropped a five-ton brick on it. Gritting her teeth, she only had two rings left.
She wasn’t about to lose. Not when he was watching her.
The next ring was more or less the same. Grazing the top of the glass bottle, it lands in between the last row.
“Oh come ON.” She shouted, cheeks growing increasingly red. Wiping a sweat droplet from her brow, she spotted an opening. If she could bounce off of the ring that was sticking up in between the row, she could land the gold top and win the even bigger size.
“Alright! This game is going to be my bitch.”
















