Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's POV:
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Blondie was currently on the casserole that came with the meal set. "*slurp* *slurp*.... mmhm.... ochen' vkusno~"
He appears to be enjoying his dish. That's good. It would have been pathetic if he just ordered it - with my points - and stopped eating after one bite.
"I'm glad you like it."
Blondie, with eye's closed, took another sip from his fine high caliber caffeine. "Hmp. Of course I do. I chose it. My standards are quite high, and so I've developed a sixth sense when it comes to the delicacies of this world." Then that devilish smile crept onto his face whilst he added, "But more importantly, Basketball-kun, when did you acquire the tongue of the Russians?"
From the Whiteroom, or so I'd like to say, but I'll keep that to myself.
"Russians? What are you talking about, Kouenji?" I decided to play dumb.
"Hahaha, so are you telling me you assumed I like this meal without any validation on my part? That's a little low, boy." Blondie seemed confident in that analysis. He's cognitive function must be higher than normal. I was hesitant to label him as quick-witted, but now my doubts have been assured.
"Maybe. But how can you say for certain that I speak Russian?"
"I'm not. That's why I'm asking you." He flashed me his smile and we both stared into each other's eyes. The table became tenser with the passing of time. Our gazes didn't falter for that brief moment, which seemed like forever.
Hmm, Blondie sure is intimidating, as I expected. Should I give in? There's no gain or loss at this point. I've already lost points on his behalf, but haven't even started talking yet. It would be shameful if I bend so easily.
After a quarter of a minute went by, I spoke up, "I think it's rude to be asking questions while you are still eating. You should get back to the food. Not to mention, I think I spotted a fly sitting on your eggs."
"Hohh? Fair enough. But don't think you've escaped." Kouenji smirked and broke eye contact, subsequently returning to the casserole to continue his feast.
What a troublesome, yet intriguing person. He's lucky I'm not Bi.
"Blond- I mean Kouenji. While you're eating, why not lend a ear to what I have to say? It's the least you could do." I finally decided to get down to business.
Kouenji, without missing a beat, responded, "Why of course. My mouth may be full, but my attention wanders and is in need of stimulation."
Nice. He's willing to hear me.
As I opened my mouth to speak, Kouenji cut me off, "But before you say anything, I'll show you something that may be of interest. Consider this a gift of common courtesy." He successively paused his meal and placed his utensils elegantly on the table, atop a napkin. He then put his right hand into his trousers and took out what appears to be a school issued phone. I was curious, but chose to stay quiet whilst he fiddled with it.
Shortly after, my phone vibrated from within my pocket. Who could that be? The only thought which came to mind was that it was either one of the three SSSSS-tire cuteness imbued chicks I hung out with earlier, or the school. I usually turn off my internet connection, so it couldn't have been a notification from something online.
Cautiously, I removed my device and checked it. It was a message. The number which sent it was not registered. That's suspicious.
Anyways, the message reads:
[ Consider this a gift of common courtesy. <AVI file attached> ]
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"Kouenji?" I asked, shifting my gaze from the device to the boy ahead. He didn't answer me. The only confirmation I got, was his swift return to the consumption of the cuisine in front of us.
Apart from the content of the message, something else is bothering me. "Hey Kouenji. Who gave you my contact?"
"I have my ways, Basketball-kun. I'm sure you are aware of the concept of secrecy," he decided to give a vague answer. Sneaky dude.
Oh well. There's no point in choking him for names. I'll just see what was so interesting that he had to prolong this meeting.
And so, I tapped on the file he sent. It was a video.
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"This is-"
I wasn't even 5 seconds in yet, and I understood exactly what it meant. As Blondie ate his meal, I reviewed the video file peacefully from my seat.
There's no doubt about it. This file right here, is the footage captured from the convenience store during my encounter with the three stooges on yesterday afternoon. Why does Kouenji have it?
When the video ended, I just stared blankly at the screen. I proceeded to study the video's name. Something was oddly familiar about it.
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Aha! This video shared the same name with the file that I saw on Mori's phone.
"I see." Slowly but surely I'm starting to connect the dots. I put my phone on the table and jumped to my questioning, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't this the encrypted file that was distributed to a large number of the student body? How did you manage to crack it?"
"Pahh! Don't take me for one of those fools who pride themselves on wearing this filthy uniform. Unlike any of them, I'm not so negligent as to write this off as a mere prank. And even if it is, there's nothing wrong with being certain." Blondie paused, took a sip from his coffee, and then continued, "I simply downloaded the correct application to convert this file to the appropriate media."
"That makes sense."
All in all, this was an unexpected deviation, but welcoming nonetheless. I'm not really troubled by the video's distribution. Hunk-of-hotness was going to reveal the situation to Class 1-D anyways. Although, I wonder if girls will start seeing me as a bad boy. That would certainly be kakui.
My mind was about to start deducing the identity of the culprit behind this, but I stopped myself from doing that. The clock's hour hand was already past 5 p.m. and the shop was going to close very soon. Hence, I didn't have free time to think. Instead, I better wrap this meeting up quick.
Shrugging a bit, I got back to the matter at hand, "Anyways, that sure was interesting, Kouenji. I appreciate the gesture. I'm sure you also have question marks in your head, but they can wait for another day. For now, I have a proposal."
"Oh? I wonder what that could be." Kouenji took another dose of his cappuccino. His smile never faltered.
Seeing his interested grin, I decided to smile aswell. "You know Asahina-senpai, right?"
"Of course! She is the woman I was romancing just now before getting interrupted by you and your puny entourage."
"How about a bet then?" I saw Blondie raise a brow to that thought, and so, I deftly continued speaking, "The one between the two of us who gets to make Asahina-senpai his girlfriend wins. And the winner gets to ask one favour from the loser, no matter how ridiculous or excessively huge it is."
When I said that, Blondie broke down laughing, without caring much for the few customers present. "Pahahahah! You sure spout some interesting ideas, Basketball-kun!" He easily calmed himself, then said, "But are you sure a mortal can take on a divine being?"
"Who says I'm a mortal?" When those words escaped my mouth, the two of us locked eyes. Without breaking character, I continued, "Oh, and if you're worried that I'll cheat you, then here."
I lifted my phone from the table and showed it to Blondie.
"I've been recording our little chat. If one of us backs out, the other could pressure the coward into collaboration with this."
"Hmp. No need for such dirty tricks. I for one would never go back on my word. That's only natural for someone as perfect as me. And from everything I've learnt about you, I have a feeling that you won't come this far just to turn tails and run. Plus even if you do, I'll surely make you pay."
"I see. I'm glad that we can see eye to eye." With not much to say, I turned off the recorder app and shoved my phone into my trousers. I then got up from my seat and held out my right arm towards Kouenji, "Deal?"
"Hmp." He followed suit and rose from his seat, albeit more gracefully, and surprisingly shook my arm with great warmth, "Deal."
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[A/N: I'm thinking of posting shorter chappies now. Not too sure if I can manage longer ones. And on a side note, you guys should check out moolight fantasy. It's Konosuba-level funny. I was balling my eyes out from the classic stupidity. (>﹏<)]
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