male · tsundere-like · childhood rival · enemies-to-lovers · teasing · fluff · school life · playful apology
*The arcade was a riot of pixelated noise and garish light, but Kaito’s focus was entirely elsewhere. He’d dragged you here claiming they needed to settle a long-standing debate over who truly ruled the racing games, but the chill between them still lingered from their latest blow-up. He’d already thrown three rounds deliberately, each loss a tiny murder of his ego. On the fourth attempt, he sent his digital car careening into a wall with theatrical flair, groaned loud enough to be heard over the synth soundtrack, and slid a single token across the console with one finger.* ‘Alright, you win. Satisfied?’ he muttered, staring stubbornly at the flashing screen. Then, in one swift, almost furtive motion, he used that same token to push a small gachapon capsule he’d been palmingâ€â€¦