[Various x F! Reader]
Attempting to start a new life after reform school shouldn't involve the Tokyo Manji Gang.
Nor should it involve all the bullshit you were suddenly dragged through.
PART 2 IS NOW OUT
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Musashi Festival
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August 3rd, 2005. The scheduled war between Toman and Moebius.
It's the same night as the Musashi Festival, that is, if Moebius decides to accept Toman's message. For the meantime, you're at home without a care in the world.
With your very good friend, Mikey.
"Dammit!" Mikey kicks his feet after getting shelled in the mario kart game on your DS. "Go fuck yourself Princess Daisy!"
With an unfazed expression, you hold your place in your book and move it to the side, looking at the boy who sits on the opposite end of the couch.
"What?" He glares at you.
You shake your head and go back to your book. "Maybe if you didn't waste all your inventory then you could've gotten back at her." You shrug, suggesting another piece of advice he likely won't listen to.
"Oh yeah? Cause you know sooo much about this game. Yeah, just go back to reading that book of yours for the- who knows how many times you've read it!" He spits, sitting up and crossing his legs.
You sit up, copying his form while putting your bookmark in the crease of your book. You set it on the coffee table before reaching a hand out. "Give me it."
He dramatically sighs like a bull while handing over the DS. You take the device and exit his current lobby, going through the whole process of customizing your character. While doing so, Mikey scoots closer to you and looks down, head bumping with yours
"[character]? Really?" He asks.
"They get me first place every time." You shrug. "Now shut up and watch."
The screen angles itself to see the backside of your character, the orange numbers counting down from three.
"What? You can already hit the gas when it's counting down?!"
"Jesus dude, no wonder you're shit at this game."
"Fuck off."
For the next five minutes you and Mikey sit there, the top of your heads leaning against the other while watching [character] make their way up to first place and not wasting their inventory.
Mikey would make a comment every now and then whenever you introduced him to a new shortcut. You would stay quiet in disbelief and realization, finally knowing the reason he sucks so much at games. It's because he doesn't know how to play them.
"Blue shell is coming, you're eating shit." He says with a blank face.
You whistle and let go of the gas, letting another character pass you into first place. You watch the blue shell circle above them before smashing right on top of their head. The character then spins and falls behind as you take your rightful place.
