Chapter 18: Falling in Love is Troublesome, Hoshizora-senpai (part 1)

Test Results  

We all managed to avoid failing grades.  

Speaking of test scores, Amelia scored 61 points, Ryunosuke 77 points, Ohana 81 points, and I got 94 points. 

There were some problems I was familiar with because I had seen them before, but the genealogy prepared by Sojuro was a big help.  

After school, Ryunosuke decided to go back with Ohana. I was also thinking of asking Amelia to head back together, but I decided to send her off first just in case she had other plans.  

Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt like there was a slightly sad expression on her face.  

“What do I do now…?”  

It was hard to go back right away, so I decided to kill some time at the game center.  

***

The game center was as lively as ever, with the sounds of arcade machines roaring as if they were about to devour each other.  

When I walked over to the section lined with fighting games, I spotted a familiar face.  

‘…Tsubasa?’  

She was playing [Queen of Fighters ’99], and judging by the character she was using, it was clear she still held a grudge over what had happened last time.  

Maybe it wasn’t a character she played often, or perhaps her overall playstyle wasn’t very stable. Because of that, Tsubasa, who usually dominated every match, was struggling with a bit of a losing streak.  

‘Practicing a new character is definitely tough.’  

Players who relied purely on skill rarely used cheap tactics like Yapsap or Niga. Instead, Tsubasa was relentlessly pressuring her opponent with an unending onslaught.  

Boom!  

“Hey! You think that’s how you’re supposed to play the game?!”  

At the same time as the loud sound of a chair scraping against the floor, a man wearing a mask and a “gakuran” approached Tsubasa from behind the arcade machine.  (G: gakuran = school uniform.)

No matter how I looked at him, he was a bully.  

“…Isn’t it a bit much to make trouble because of a fair match?”  

“Hah? You d*mn woman!”  

It was best to avoid trouble. Just as I was about to turn away—  

“Have you been watching this whole time, Kim-kun?”  

Tsubasa suddenly called out to me.  

No, seriously. This woman… Does she have no conscience at all?  

‘I did offer to help you before, and you ignored me, but now you want my help…?’  

Still, she was a familiar face. If she had been a complete stranger, I would have walked past without a second thought, even after hearing what she said.  

“What’s this? Oh, I see… You must be her boyfriend, huh?”  

“Are you really throwing a tantrum over a single game?”  

“One match?! Get it right! She beat me in all five rounds—without using magic…!”  

“You lost fair and square. What’s there to complain about?”  

“Grrr, you b*stard…! Fine! If you beat me, I’ll drop it!!”  

The bully sneered as he made his offer.  

Oh, that was a pretty good deal.  

Settling things without resorting to violence was always preferable. There was nothing to gain from making a scene.  

“A man should stand by his word. Alright.”  

“You c0cky b*stard! Come on! I’ll crush you!”  

“As much as you like.”  

The thug returned to the arcade machine on the other side.  

This should be easy.  

*** 

“D*mn it! Why can’t I win?!”  

From across the room, the bully’s frustrated screams echoed.  

Watching the scene unfold, Tsubasa wore a calm expression as she spoke.  

“I’m impressed. Your execution—how did you do it?”  

“You just have to do it.”  

“It would be nice if you explained it in detail.”  

“Isn’t it enough to just watch and learn?”  

As we casually chatted, the arcade screen displayed my tenth consecutive win.  

With this much of a beatdown, there was no way they could argue anymore. Fortunately, the thug and his group backed off quietly. Though they seemed annoyed about losing to a woman, none of them dared say anything to me.  

Tsubasa let out a small sigh before speaking.  

“Well, I guess I should say thanks. Kim-kun, I owe you one.”  

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.”  

“By the way… What are you doing here, Hoshizora-senpai?”  

I asked casually, tilting my head. She pouted slightly before answering.  

“Student council work didn’t go too well today, so I came here to play a few games.”  

“Ah, I see.”  

“So, Kim-kun, what are you doing at the game center?”  

“Nothing special. Just stopped by to kill some time.”  

“I see… Got it.”  

Tsubasa nodded as if she understood.  

“And I tried to win a stuffed toy earlier, but it didn’t go well.”  

“A stuffed toy…?”  

“Yes.”  

She didn’t seem to be saying it just to make conversation. It was a simple way to pass the time, but I also thought it might be nice to win at least one plushie as a gift for Amelia.  

Rather than just buying one, I had the urge to win one myself.  

“Then let me help you.”  

“You, Hoshizora-senpai?”  

“For starters, I do have some experience winning stuffed toys.”  

“In that case, I’ll be counting on you.”  

“It’s not difficult.”  

Tsubasa pulled out her coin purse and walked over to the claw machine.  

“Winning plushies is all about technique. Watch closely.”  

With that, she moved the joystick with dazzling speed, her fingers dancing over the controls like she was inputting a hidden cheat code.  

Up, down, up, up, down, right, right, top, left, top, front!  


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