Nine sat lop-sided in his chair, leaning back and pressing against the desk with his feet to rock himself back and forth. It had been break time, and everyone was spending their free time studying. There was only one problem with this. He was utterly, and completely- bored. His eyes were glued to the ceiling as he pushed back and forth- back and forth. A loud groan escaped him, breaking the silence of the room. He leans on the desk, frowns deeply. He looks over at King, who was busy jotting down notes from his text-book, and he pushed himself out of his chair to talk to him.
"Yooo." He looked up shortly, returned back to his work. "Hey!"
"What, Nine?" he sighed.
"Arm-wrestle me, yo." King shook his head, went back to working. So Nine groaned, went around asking all his class-mates to arm-wrestle him. Even Sice dissagreed. He didn't dare ask Queen, who was stuck in her books. He learned that he shouldn't mess with her when she was like this. Cinque was last. She was doodling a flute in her note-book, humming a soft tune. It sounded like the song Duece played.
He sat in front of her, stared at her until she spoke.
"Whaaaaaaaat?"
"Arm wrestle me?" She smiled, pushed her note-book to the side.
"Okayy~!" Nine held out his arm, so did she, and the locked hands. It all seemed to go by so fast. One moment, he was holding her steady, then she simply shifted and his hand smacked onto the desk. He grunted as it happened. He stared at his fallen hand, switched his gaze between the two. Cinque was just smiling happily.
"1 out of 3!"
"Riight, right!"
And every single time he asked to go again, she won. The class-mates were around them now, murmuring amognst themselves. Sice was chuckling, she pushed Nine out of his chair. "I'll fuckin' do it." Cinque blinked, looked at the line that formed behind Sice. "Let's go, ditz."
"Uh... okay!" She holds out her hand- locks it with Sice's... and slams it into the desk with ease. Sice nearly screamed, looked at her.
"What the fuck!?" She hovers over her, malice was licking at her skin. "You're on steroids!" Cinque blinked again, smiled.
"No i'm not~"
Trey had to hold Sice back while she attempted to claw her, flailing against him. Jack was next, he sat down and smiled playfully. "Let's have fun!"
"Mhm!"
He lost as well. Scratching at his head in defeat and laughing. Nine seemed un-amused. King was next, then, frowning. He fell out of the chair with the force she slammed his hand down. Trey... lost. Queen as well. Seven was sitting in front of her, narrowing her gaze- and she cried out when she felt the wood against the back of her hand. Eight, Ace, Cater, Machina, and Rem all lost. And Cinque didn't even seem tired in the slightest. It was when her captain- Kurasame, sat in front of her that she seemed scared.
"I'll beat her."
At once, the whole class was huddled around them, they watched as they linked hands.
"I don't want to hurt youuuu." Cinque stated, frowned when he started counting to three. She gulped, watched him strain against her, tried to get some leverage as she pushed against her. A few moments later, she gently pressed his hand against the desk- and he was panting. He was sweating, even.
"Gods, girl."
The class was in utter shock when Deuce stepped up, smiling. She sat down, hummed at her and held out her hand. Cinque blinked, held her hand. The notion sent butterflies in her, she smiled shakily. She didn't even hesitate.
Deuce had won.