Kenji sipped on his drink, a coffee that he ordered at a cafe and the one he was sitting in front of.
The place was quite full, but the conversations were in a low enough tone that the atmosphere was pleasant.
Exploring the campus was going as well as he thought it would... Basically, it was boring. He was looking for something entertaining, but so far, the theater was the only place coming close to that.
Leaning back in the chair, he took out his phone and started looking for some sort of campus map.
The notification popped up in the guy's group chat and Kenji just sighed and pressed it, going into the chat and the conversation was oddly enough, about Horikita.
Kenji held back a snicker, what they were saying was true.
She was a Tsundere.
Someone sent a picture of a list of names, tapping it, his eyes traveled over the names of the girls in his year, both in his class and other classes as well.
... It was a... Rating... Sighing, Kenji placed his phone down on the table and mulled over the fact that he was losing hope in the next generation, first, it was the tentacle porn, now it was this, at this point he wouldn't be surprised if he found...
Kenji looked at the phone on the table and held himself back.
No, he wouldn't stoop so low... Nope! Nay! Nada! Niet! Nein! Non! Nee!
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
Kenji looked up, seeing a platinum-blonde-haired girl wearing the school uniform, except for the white shirt, she was wearing a black button-up shirt under the blazer.
Kenji shook his head in a no and sipped on his drink, looking down at his phone again. Expecting the girl to just take the chair and go.
The scraping of the chair dissuaded his assumption as the girl sat down at the same desk.
His eyes traveled back up to meet the crimson eyes of the stranger and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"You're not waiting for anyone, are you?"
She asked, her eyes searching his for something and Kenji had to wonder if he would meet a normal person in this school.
"No."
She smirked, sipping from her straw and putting the cup on the table.
"I'm Kiryūin Fūka..."
Kenji hasn't heard of her yet, could be in class A for all he knew, but he did not see her at the speech the student president gave to the first years, so possibly a second year.
"Kenji Ayanokoji, Pleasure."
Her smirk widened as she swirled the liquid in the transparent cup in her hands.
"You're a first-year, right?"
Kenji nodded, taking a sip from his cup again.
"I'm a second year myself, mind if I ask how things are going?"
Kenji pulled the straw away from him, eyeing her for a few seconds before answering.
"They are going as well as one would think, honestly, how about yours?"
She chuckled, looking down at her cup for a few seconds before meeting his eyes again.
"Been better."
Kenji hummed, not knowing how to continue this conversation any further. Small talk was not something he prided himself in when it came to complete strangers.
"So, are you just wandering about? Exploring the campus?"
When she asked the question, Kenji sighed an internal sigh of relief and nodded.
"Yeah, been looking for something to entertain myself, no luck so far..."
Her smirk only seemed to widen at that as she leaned forward.
"I might be able to help with that... Tell me, do you like guns?"
Oh, now he was interested...
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He didn't expect this to be this fun.
Kenji ran, his legs carrying him forward as his grin on the M4A1 replica was loose. The great he was wearing didn't impede his mobility at all as he maneuvered through the obstacles in his path.
As he neared a corner, Kenji transferred his rifle to his left shoulder, peeking and shooting off two BBs, eliminating two players on the opposite team.
Transferring the rifle back to his right shoulder, he walked forward, slightly crouched as he waited for anyone else who might come in his line of sight.
"Two down."
He spoke, his voice muffled due to the brown scarf and the mask he was wearing to protect his face from any BBs that might come his way.
[Gotta say, you're very effective...]
Fūka responded with the small radio that was built into the helmet for more team coordination.
Team Deathmatch wasn't what he was expecting in Airsoft, he was more accustomed to the rules of respawning from the videos, but this was fun.
He was having fun.
Two more gas-powered shots left the barrel, eliminating another two of the opposite team.
"Two more."
The radio buzzed and a melodious laugh reached his ears, slightly distorted by the radio effect.
[Keep it up and I might just give you my number.]
Oh? There was a reward for doing this? Can't let his uncle's training go to waste now, can he?