"Do they all work like that?"
Yosuke glances to the side, where Naoto is curiously peering at his phone.
"What? The phone games?"
"Yes. I have never figured out the full functions of the phone, I don't enjoy deciphering it."
He clicks up, left, down, and then left again. The pixellated snake scuttles across the screen, consuming the dots in its directed path.
"They're not all like this. This one's called Snake."
"Hm. It looks easy."
Yosuke gives her a look.
"You wanna try, Detective Prince? You'll never beat my score of 289 points."
He has to take this chance to gloat. Naoto beat him at Monopoly. Surely she couldn't dominate him here, too. However, she just frowns and looks out the small bus window.
"Perhaps later I shall make an attempt."
"Aww. Naoto-kun, you're a little more stiff than usual..."
"You're imagining things," she mutters. Which was a lie, most likely, seeing how she folded her arms tightly and directed her gaze away from him.
"Ooooooh. Afraid of losing to me then?"
"Please don't bother me about it."
"Ooooh, ohoh, so you are afraid!"
Naoto ignores him. With a halfhearted chuckle he brushes back his hair and follows up her silence.
"...Sorry."
Naoto nods.
"But hey, in all seriousness- if somethings bothering you, you can always console in me, okay? I'm your senpai, you know. I'm always open to listen."
She nods again, keenly avoiding eye contact.
Yosuke finds himself wishing that he could get more of a response out of her for some reason. Not an angry one, that is. While it was fun to tease her, he really didn't mind hanging out with her. He didn't feel the need to impress her, and she didn't ridicule him like the others did. In fact, she spent a good amount of time listening to him.
He just didn't know how to figure her out, though- there had to be a way to get to know her better, but he felt he was far too clumsy to learn how to do so.
With sigh, he reclines back into his seat.
At the back of his mind, Saki-senpai's voice echoes, 'pain in the ass.'