Gwyn eyes the invite he had received from Drum. It was a simple text asking him to meet up and hang out for the day. Normally, something like this would have been tossed aside and ignored. He had better things to do than be chummy with others. His gaze lingers on the words sent, and he thinks back to the last encounter they had.
He doesn't send a reply, not feeling the need to. He gets to his feet; fuchsia hues linger on the numbers jotted down before he closes the book. The beyblade beside it seems to be calling for him, and without a second thought, he takes it.
Taking a step outside his lab, he's met with a nice breeze. The sun was out with only a few clouds passing by, one shadow currently passing overhead. It was a rare and beautiful day; he deemed.
On his walk to meet with Drum, he can't help but notice the world seems…different. Brighter. The change is strange, and he tries to formulate how, and why it differs. Unfortunately, his numbers don't work here. It's frustrating. A problem that he can't figure out so easily. Even if he could take in the angle of the sun, the speed of the wind, the nonchalant increase in his steps- he just couldn't figure it out. Especially the latter.
It was almost as if he were excited to go and meet up with the other boy.
The thought would be deemed preposterous if he was the same person a couple of weeks ago. But things had changed. For the better. And it was thanks to Drum to. A sigh was let out as memories of their last battle return once again. He had learned a lot that day. And was still learning as time went on.
"Friendship, hm?" It's uttered quietly. No one passing would have been able to hear it.
When he finally ends up at their appointed spot, it's easy to find Drum. He'd been spotted a few feet away, swept in up a battle against another Blader. It was no surprise that he would accept a challenge even when he promised company.
Curiosity peaks, and he has to watch this battle unfold. He keeps some distance, blending in with the small crowd. He didn't want to distract the boy, but doubts that if he were seen it would make a difference. Or maybe it would.
They were friends after all, weren't they? And fighting with friends could prove to increase power and more. It was an invisible strength that could birth miracles. A magical power that not even numbers could defeat, not on their own anyway.
As he glances around the crowd, he spots a few more familiar faces. Others he could deem as friends. It seemed the boy had invited a few more people than himself.
"How silly," he murmurs. A smile inches onto his face, and a warm feeling bubbles in his chest. Realizing his smile, he covered his face with his hand. Perhaps he was happy to see them here too.
Gwyn noticed the others around him giving the boy a cheer. And it made him consider doing the same. He blinks, surprised by his own thoughts. Had he ever really cheered on someone before? He never had a reason to. In his calculations, it would prove to be useless. But in those calculations, he was always alone.
Now, he wasn't.
There was no right way to cheer either, and no certainty that the boy would hear him. Still, he wanted to give his support and let it be known that he was here. As a friend.
"You can do it, Drum." It's a quiet cheer, as if he was standing beside the other. He disliked having to raise his voice and attract too much attention outside of blading.
And by some chance, some low probability- Drum's gaze meets his. As if he had heard him. The boy's smile goes wide before returning to the match, more invigorated than before.
Was this the power of friendship? It would have been nearly impossible for the boy to hear his voice from his position. And part of him is glad that he did. His cheer had reached him, and he was glad.
Fuchsia eyes light up as the match continues. Even he feels more drawn into it than before. The swelling urge to give him more and more cheers bubbles up, and he has to restrain himself from doing so. This friendship thing was more infectious than he thought.
It almost makes him want to laugh. It was a funny feeling. He'd never think he would be connected to others that would make him want to do such silly things. Not even math could sway him into feeling like this.
And it wasn't a terrible feeling- how could he have ever thought so before? He'd never understood nor saw the point in it before. Once his eyes had been opened, he felt like a fool for having been so blind to it. It made him feel happy. He wasn't alone; he had people around him. They were all different, unique, like every number. They were special.
He's snapped out of his thoughts when he finds the battle to be over. Drum had won, the boy jumping in excitement. Even puffing out his chest with pride. It made Gwyn want to chuckle at his enthusiasm for winning. He was always an interesting one, and he really proved to be more than that. Not just as a person, but as a friend.
So are the others that he'd spotted in the crowd. Amane. Delta. Fumiya. They were all…friends. His friends.
That smile on his face returned, a genuine one. This time, he didn't try to hide it. He might deny it at first, but he knew the truth. And he's certain they did too.
Gwyn had friends now and his life had gotten so much brighter.