𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 | nagi seishiro

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅

Pre-planning and scheduling weren't exacting your strong suits, per se.

The fact you had managed to even set a reminder on your phone was a feat in itself. Not a great one, but 'everyone's a winner' in their own right or whatever.

For context, you'd set it anticipating your own irresponsibility. It also ended up serving as an alert that you'd stayed out past the turn of day. Hence why you were currently trying to creep up your porch as undetectable as possible. You had school in a few hours and you did not want to find out what would happen if either of your parents were still awake.

With a light grip on the handle, you slowly turned the knob on your door to try and prevent as much obnoxious creaking as possible. You peeked your head inside and noted that all the lights were off.

Bingo! Your ass really might get off scot-free. CIA agents can't even hold a torch to your prowess.

You still tip-toed through the living room to make it your room, playing it safe, and plopped down at your desk chair. Sprinting was exhausting and probably unnecessary. The theatrics were not worth the shower you now had to take to wash off the sweat.

Quickly pressing your pin into your keyboard, you opened your browser to the long-awaited sign-up page. You'd seen multiple mentions on numerous social media platforms advertising an amateur Valour tournament. The sign-ups opened today at exactly midnight, so holding ever the intellect, you made sure to be one of the first to secure a spot.

Now, you weren't usually into the uber-competitive stuff. Having your palms sweat all over your mouse while you fucking secrete g-fuel from your skin was for losers. However, there was one important selling point to this particular event. Money. Moola. Bucks. Quid. And they made the winnings very clear.

Who were you to deny an opportunity wrapped with a pretty little bow right in front of you?

You saw the cash prize for a game you could semi-confidently say you were pretty good at, found the dates, and did, in fact, not pay attention to anything else.

That much was clear by your dumbstruck expression upon seeing the "Tags of both you and your partner" at the forefront of the admission form.

Hm.

This wasn't even an example of a lapse from not reading something's fine print. It was probably a largely publicized component. You're just greedy.

Due to the aforementioned greed, there was also no way in hell you were dropping this now.

You leaned back in your chair with a sigh and threaded your fingers together over your torso. Racking through your friends, you cataloged your options. None of them would work. They all simply sucked at video games. The only thing they were good for was football and trying to convince you to give them your homework answers. At first, you thought maybe Hiori could do it, you played with him on some lobbies quite often, but he hated playing competitive stuff.

You were kind of fucked.

And to think all that precious cash you could be bathing in would go to waste. A shame, really.

Begrudgingly, you went to go pick up your phone thinking maybe any of the people you'd added on discord from matches would be up for it. A desperate last resort.

You turned over the device in your palm to switch it on, raising your eyebrows at the plethora of notifications that awaited you on the screen. The recognition scanned your face and opened immediately to the source of the spam.

Unnamed Group; xxx-xxx-xxxx, mall man

|mall man
|reo what the fuck