the Gamer

First Meeting

"Hello, you must be Kouto Oshiro?"

I look up from my laptop. "Yes." I reply simply before going back to typing code.

"I plan on putting together a club of the handsomest boys to entertain the girls of this school when I become a first year and was wondering--"

"No." I cut him off.

"But why not~!" He whines.

"I have better things to do." I state.

"But you're one of the handsomest boys in this school! Some would even go as far as saying you're beautiful!!" He shouts.

I turn to him with a glare. Who in their right mind would tell a guy to his face that he's beautiful?!?!

"Whatever." I sigh, shutting my laptop and standing. I start walking away but my laptop is ripped from my grip by the blonde idiot. "Hey! Give that back!!" I growl.

Are you stupid??! That has everything in there!!

He starts walking away with it, forcing me to follow. "I'll give it back if you agree to join my club." He taunts.

"That's ridiculous!! Just give it back!!" I yell, trying and failing to grab it from him.

"What are you doing, Tamaki?" Someone says, coming to stand beside the now known Tamaki.

"Kyoya! I'm trying to get Kouto to join the club I'm forming!"

I look at Kyoya.

He's perfect for the game I'm working on!

... That is currently on the computer that is being kept from me.

"I need your face." I say. Both of them look at me, Tamaki with an expression of horror.

"I'm afraid I can't let you use it unless you join the club." Kyoya replies calmly, pushing his glasses up.

I think for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "Fine, just give my computer back." I say.

Tamaki slowly hands my pc over, as if he were afraid I'd attack him or something.

The idiot.

I open it, brining up a few things, then fold it completely over so the screen is facing me and the keyboard is facing Kyoya. I take pictures of different angles of his face before closing it again.

"That's quite the pc you have there, what is it?" Kyoya asks.

"This? I made it myself. It works. Would you like to try it out?" I ask.

"If it isn't too much trouble." He says.

"No trouble." I say, putting in my usb flash drive and putting all of the data on it before unplugging it and handing the pc to Kyoya. After some inspection, he says, "it's very nice. How much did it cost for all of the parts?"

"Not much, really, I just got some old computers from around the house, took 'em apart and then put their working bits in there." I explain.

"I see." He says.

He hands my pc back and walks away, waving over his shoulder. Tamaki races after him. What's his problem?