Ren Amamiya: The damned troublemaker, the students talk of the school, and the teachers dreaded curse of a transfer student. To Ryuji Sakamoto, the name really piqued his curiosity. After all, he was now attending school with someone who had a criminal record. He couldn't help but to wonder why the kid was known for all of the...
"Oh. Y-Yeah," Ryuji stammered. Akira blinked behind those glossed black glasses with inquiring eyes. His hair swayed in the same direction as his head tilted, and Ryuji's face beamed another thousand degrees. "So..."
Ren smiled. "So, what do you want to do?" finishing Ryuji's sentence. "Well uh," the blonde said, slowly regaining himself, "I'm down for just about anythin'..."
"It's me and you, right dude?" Ryuji shrugged, and averted his head from his friend, hopefully to help minimize the obvious of his red face. "But, uh... if you're not really thinkin' of anything, we could prolly... chill out and play some video games? I don't know... it's like... it's only if you wanna do it."
There was a brief pause. A sense of dread rose in the pit of Ryuji's stomach in the silence. Ryuji looked up, only to find Akira laughing to himself at his long response.
Ryuji mentally cursed himself for it. Was he that embarrassing?
"Sure. We could play," Ren averted in his usual composed manner, even after his questionable laughter. Ryuji nodded his head slowly like a dumbfounded idiot. They regained their posture, got up, and scratched the back of their heads.