A/N: I was clueless when I first saw this prompt, but once I came up with this idea, I actually enjoyed writing it. Always love how MayBlade forces me to think.

Day 4 | Kenny and Tyson | Rated: K

Sci-Fi

Tyson was trying not to let what he knew about Kenny's taste in pop culture sway his decision. It wasn't easy when the list included Ming-Ming and any piece of media with a talking robot or more than one species of alien.

"Don't you have any other nerd friends you can ask?" He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around for an out in what he hoped wasn't an obvious manner. "I'm, uh, kind of busy this weekend."

And he was. At least, he should probably be training for something. Either Gramps or Hilary would happily tell him for what. Normally he'd be more than willing to skive off, but if the alternative was sitting through a three-hour long sci-fi movie of Kenny's choosing…

Kenny sighed. "You know I don't, Tyson." He carefully set two bowls of noodles down and slid into the booth across from him. It was after the lunch rush and they were the only two in the shop. Tyson knew Kenny had a spreadsheet of their busiest times – offset by season and local events – so it was probably by design. "The other guys are out of town. And, honestly, most of them would be even less interested than you."

Tyson, Kenny, and the rest of their teammates were all taking a well-deserved break after the last World Championship tournament. Naturally, they scattered to separate corners of the globe to do it. It was a shame; Tyson would have paid to see Kenny drag Kai to one of his geeky movies.

"Max would go," Tyson said around his first mouthful of noodles. One perk of knowing the owners was that there was always a bowl just how he liked it ready and waiting. Honestly, Kenny probably had Tyson's visits worked into his spreadsheet, too.

"Yeah, to be nice," Kenny scoffed, more than likely rolling his eyes under his fringe. It was about time for his mom to start pestering him about a haircut now that the tournament was over and they had some time. "But he's in New York and the movie comes out this weekend."

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

"On opening night?" Kenny asked incredulously. He didn't seem to notice the noodles slipping from his chopsticks and back into the bowl. "I'll be the only person there alone. Besides, there's gonna be a line and it's no fun waiting by yourself to get in. Not while everyone around you is talking about how excited they are with their friends."

Tyson wrinkled his nose, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. There wasn't a lot that sounded less fun than waiting in line for a movie – that he didn't even want to see in the first place – with a bunch of fanatics. "You're not doing a great job selling it, Chief."

"Oh, come on, Tyson! I already ordered the tickets. If we get there early enough, we'll only really have to wait for concessions. Surely you, of all people, find that worth waiting for."

Tyson considered him for a moment. He did like theater food.

"Have you asked Hilary?" He'd seen her wait ungodly amounts of time for clothing sales – if they paired her stopwatch with Kenny's spreadsheets, they'd be unstoppable.

"You know she wouldn't want to go, Tyson," Kenny said and stabbed absentmindedly at his bowl, the bulk of his attention fixed on their conversation. "Even if she did, she'd just ask questions through the whole movie."

"What makes you think I wouldn't?" Tyson raised an eyebrow at Kenny as he drank the broth from his bowl, halfway hoping that some friend Kenny had forgotten about would come out of the woodwork before he was done. No such luck. "I don't know any more about Star-Whatever than she does."

"Yeah, but you're used to ignoring things you don't understand," Kenny pointed out. "It happens to you more often."

"Gee, thanks Kenny," Tyson said sarcastically, sliding his dish to the edge of the table.

"I only mean that you'd appreciate the spaceships and explosions for what they are without needing years of backstory summarized!"

Hilary did have a habit of talking through any movie that wasn't one of her chick flicks. He thought it was funny how the 'serious lack of communication skills and common sense' she complained about in his movies didn't bother her in her romcoms. And, having made the mistake of watching movies out of order with her before, he didn't blame Kenny for not wanting to go down that road.

"I guess that's fair," he admitted with half a grimace.

Kenny gave a hum of acknowledgment and let the conversation die down in favor of finishing his noodles.

Tyson watched him and drummed his fingers on the table to the rhythm of his thoughts.

He knew Kenny's circle of friends was as small as his was these days. Mostly because they had the same exact circle of friends. And, with the guys out of town, it was just the three of them. Honestly, Kenny was probably by himself a fair bit, too, now that Tyson and Hilary were dating.

On top of that, they were fresh off another Championship win, meaning none of them had done anything more social than training together in weeks. For Kenny, that mostly entailed tuning up beyblades and keeping tabs on the competition so the rest of them were prepared for the worst.

Kenny was a huge part of the reason that Tyson had a shiny, new gold medal hanging up at home. Tyson probably owed him ten movies.

"That settles it, then." Tyson nodded to himself.

"Uh… settles what?" Kenny looked leery as he stood up and began to clear their empty dishes away. He must have already taken Tyson's no as his final answer if he was getting ready to go back to work.

"I'll go see your space movie with you."

"You will?" Kenny's voice rose a pitch in excitement as he nearly fumbled the bowls, and Tyson knew he'd made the right choice. "Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure!" Tyson slid out of the booth and patted his friend so hard on the back that he almost dropped the bowls for a second time. "Just remember, I'm not a cheap date! We're making that wait in the concessions line worthwhile."

A/N: Try as I might, I could not settle on an ending I LOVED for this fic. I'm content with it, but not in love. I think that's okay when I'm writing this much back to back. I also might be being too self-critical. Regardless, very happy to have gotten to write a little something featuring Kenny and his friendship with Tyson. Feel like he gets pushed aside sometimes.

Thanks for reading! :)