Like a game [Project Sekai Guys x f!reader]

The childhood friend I wanted to keep

*buzz, buzz*

Yuko

Gonna be sick today, my dear
Sorry

//........urgh!.....//

I prepared my sister's and my lunch while reading the message.

//So we don't have practice today.... but still//

I left my sister's bento box on the kitchen counter and got ready to leave the house.
I checked if I recieved more messages and surprisely there was one from Rui.

Rui

Wanna go to school together?

When I was about to answer I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door and looked directly at the school uniform of our school.

//huh?//

Then I realized Rui is really tall and looked up.

"Good Morning, Y/n-kun." He grinned at me like a cat.

"Ah M-morning..."

"So should we go to school?"

I nodded.

"Also sorry for approaching you like this yesterday. It was just an unfunny joke and didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

"It's a-alright..."

//I haven't even thought about it until he reminded me...//

On the way Rui told me more about the cannon that will shoot the actor up in the sky.

//Why would someone do this without force...//

I just listened to him because actually him talking was really nice. He didn't wait for a response from me or something and still keep talking about his passion.

//I wish I could talk about my passion like that...//

When we arrived at school I said that we see each other later and went to my classroom.

When I looked in I saw that Shinonome wasn't there.

//Strange...//

I checked the hallway to find him but there was no sign of him. But of Shiraishi.

"Ah Shiraishi-san! Do you know where Shinonome is?"

"Oh he's in classroom of 1-B probably"

"Ah thanks..."

I made my way to 1-B to look for him but-

//Why am I looking for him?..... Ah yea Yu-senpai isn't here and I need someone to talk to, I guess...//

I peaked through the door to look for the ginger and found him rather fast. He looks like he's talking to someone sitting at a desk not facing me with split blue ha-

Wait- that... that someone is....

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