Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

2.24. Super Shy, Super Shy...

Nagi Seishiro was hunched over an arcade fighting machine, tapping away at the controls with hands so fast they blurred. Both grey eyes were wide, staring at the figures on the screen. Every ounce of his being was focused onto the game.

My online ranking's going up... sixteen wins in a row!

Nagi's shoulders rounded forwards. The huge oversized hoodie he wore sort of swallowed his neck, only his face visible as he stared at the monitor. "Hm..."

Should I play another game? I mean, I can't end the winstreak here, right? Isagi and the others can wait for a little...

"Hey, there's the game addict!" The voice came loud and clear across the arcade. Nagi sighed, lowering his head guiltily. I guess I don't have time for another game.

He was instantly surrounded by people. Y/N immediately pushed his way onto the same chair as Nagi, beginning a new game. Nagi was about to protest, watching his winstreak disappear, but Y/N was actually pretty good.

Bachira was laughing with a terrified-looking kid. "Let's go play, Tokimitsuuu!"

Isagi and Chigiri were laughing. Nagi's brow furrowed with confusion. Chigiri just pointed behind him. Huh-

Laughing in his ear, Karasu's arm circled around Nagi's neck, pulling him into a headlock. "You're gonna lose your friends, cheeky bastard! Playing games by yourself... be more social!"

"Who cares?!" Bachira laughed. "We're all here now. Let's get some games going!"

"Nagi, get up." Otoya grinned. "I wanna stick you in front of a dartboard and try to not hit you."

"Y/N, you should come with." Nagi was dragged off to the darts by a group of laughing strikers. Yukimiya stayed by Y/N, eyes fixed on the small boy.

"Shh." Y/N's eyes were laser focused on the fighting game in front of him. "Nagi's winstreak is on the line here. And my pride."

A single small motion on the screen propelled Y/N into action. He flicked the joystick up, mashed as many buttons as he could in the shortest time, and on the screen, his character lunged forwards with a flurry of attacks.

Yukimiya patiently waited, standing behind Y/N's chair. Y/N bit his own bottom lip hard, face scrunched with concentration. "How lon-"

"Shit!" Y/N threw himself back in the chair, nearly toppling it over if not for Yukimiya grabbing onto the back. He slouched back into the plastic, tilting his head all the way up so he could see Yukimiya.

"What happened?"

Y/N slapped his own leg, returning his gaze to the screen. Yukimiya's eyes tracked the movement of his hand, now resting on his thigh. "This kid is so cringe! He just spammed the same attack over and over again!" Probably for the better, there was no chat function on the game. Y/N looked livid.

Yukimiya just laughed lowly. "Sure..." He looked down at Y/N. "You done? We can try other games."

"No, wait." Y/N's gaze stayed on the fighting machine. "Do you have any tokens?"

"No..." Yukimiya fished into his pockets, coming up with nothing but his phone.

"Fuck..." Y/N swore again. He huffed out a frustrated breath, hands running through his hair. Quiet for a second, he seemed to think. Then he turned back to Yukimiya, a sickly sweet smile on his lips.

"What?"

"We're friends, right?" Y/N widened his eyes as big as possible, pursing his lips. 

"Yeah...?"