~Teto~

"What's that?" Miku slightly cocked her head towards my desk, her eyes gazing over my shoulder.

"N-nothing!" I scrambled to shove the paper into my notebook, but my efforts failed when the teal-haired diva effortlessly swept it out of my grip.

She tilted it to one side, studying the people posing in the sketch, "I like this one."

"That's good and all," I frantically endeavored to grab the paper, "but can I have it back now?"

She pressed her finger to my lips, "Teto, shhh." Her finger traced the outline of the boy, "Who's that?"

I sighed, "I don't know."

"Well that's you." She bit her lip as she pointed to the girl, "I know that."

"Yeah, so?"

"No need to get so defensive!" she laughed, "I know who he is."

I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, "You do?"

"Of course," she batted her eyelids, "Your precious Kaito-niiiiiii" she imitated.

"Shut up."

"You know it's true." She rested her hand on her palm, "I don't know what you see in him though."

"He's so adorable, and kind, and his fingernails…" I smiled, "And we both love ice cream!"

"He's a geek."

"So?"

"You're not. It won't work."

"What do you mean?"

Miku grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards her bright blue eyes, "Popular people can't be with otaku." She rolled her eyes, "It would be like trying to date a guy from an anime, or maybe even a program." She brought her face closer to mine, annunciating every syllable, "Im…pos…i…ble."

I gently pushed her away and pouted, "I don't care."

"Teto…"

"I'm sorry Miku, but please," I pleaded, "just help me with this."

My best friend grew silent for a moment, thinking, "Alright. I know how much he means to you." She stuck her finger in my face, "But don't mess anything up."

My face brightened, "Oh thank you!" I screamed wrapping my arms around her.

All of the other people in our study hall's faces turned towards us, some stern, some frustrated, and some full of pity.

"Maybe we should talk about this later."

"Agreed."

After waving Miku bye, I began to walk towards my job at the videogame store, GamerClan. Pushing the familiar glass doors open, a tall boy in a black GC t-shirt, faded jeans and black beanie blocked my path. Adjusting the headphones around his neck he exclaimed,

"Teto!"

"Yuma."

"You're late." He tapped his wristwatch, "What took you so long?"

"I dunno." I stared at my shoes, "Waffles, mostly."

"Again?"

"Yeah." I looked up, "Sorry."

"And…"

"Sorry," I muttered, "Assistant Manager." I playfully shoved the pink-haired teen, "How did you even get that post anyway?"

He shrugged, "Stuff happens." He handed me a black t-shirt, "Oh and…" he smiled awkwardly, "Y-you can take this…"

That's weird, he was fine just a second ago, "Thanks Yuma!" I grabbed the shirt out of his hands and raced into the bathroom to change,

"Anytime…"

"What's up with him?" I asked myself as I pulled on my shirt. It was simple, the exact image of Yuma's; pure black, with an embroidered GC logo on the sleeves. I adjusted my twin drills before stepping out back into the shop. I took a deep breath. I loved this place. Games smothered the walls for any system you could imagine; anything from Madden to Tekken… this place had everything. The used game cases were scattered across the ground sporting an even wider variety of games. I loved it when a kid came in, eyes bright, trying to take in his surroundings, staring at the posters on the wall, his/her mom dragging them from the rated Ms. I stretched, yup this is my place. I walked to my post behind the cash register, tripping over my feet several times before I reached. My elbows rested on the counter as I twirled my pigtail around my finger. I was bored,

"Yuma!"

"Yeah?" His reply came from behind the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know."

"You're an idiot."

He stepped out from behind me, "Well thank you milady."

I turned around to face him, but his eyes darted away, "So?"

"I'm bored." I said frankly, still wondering why he was acting so…odd.

He tucked his pink hair back under his beanie, his eyes still avoiding mine, "Well, we can't have that can we?" he whispered. He pulled a 3ds out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"Play it."

"Okay." I flipped it open and turned on the power switch, "Wait, there's no game cartridge in here."

Yuma placed his hands over mine and scrolled the screen over, "It's called downloading," he stated, then quickly flinched away, tucking his hands back in his pockets.

"Oh so what do you got?"

"Umm…" his voice was beginning to stutter, I've never seen him like this before, "Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies."

"Have you beaten it yet?" I pressed my finger against my cheek.

"No," He leaned on the counter next to me, "Got stuck on the last case."

"Believe it or not…" I stuck my tongue out, "that was the easiest one for me."

"Shut up."

"Just saying."

"Well, if it was so easy for you," His lips curled into a grin, "prove it."

I yawned, "Whatever."