#shslai

Sooo boriiing. Ibuki lays flat on her back as she stares up at the top of her canopy bed. All she can do is stare at the way the way the breeze through her open window blows the canopy’s curtains, “Booored,” Ibuki huffs, aggressively blowing her bangs out of her face, “Boring boring boring boring BORED!” She yells as she slams her fists into the mattress repeatedly. She’s so bored. Did she mention she’s bored?

Nothing to do in her cabin, nothing to do in this whoooooole island! How could there be nothing to do! Where are all of Ibuki’s friends? Suddenly, Ibuki shoots upright in her bed with a gasp, “Wait wait wait wait wait!” She shouts at no one but herself, “What if something happened? What if all of Ibuki’s friends got abducted by aliens and now Ibuki is the only one left on the whooole island? WAAAAAAH! This is a nightmare!”

Grabbing her phone, she texts the first friend that comes to mind, which just happens to be Chiaki! Man, Ibuki really hopes she wasn’t abducted by aliens or suddenly burst into flames, she hasn’t even gotten to given her friend a sick mohawk yet!

Ibuki [11:47]

Haiii Chiakiiiii

Chiaki Chiaki Chiaki Chiaki

Chakky Chakky Chakky

CHIAKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More often than not, Kazuichi prefers to make things of his own sole, original design. It’s simply that he enjoys every step of the process. From deciding functions to aesthetics to making sure the logistics are all there.

Since he’s started spending more time around Chiaki, however, he’s taken note of two things. 

The strange devices in all of her favorite games. 

Her semi expansive and often accurate figure collection.

The two things sit in his mind long enough that before he even realizes, he’s halfway through blueprinting a miniature, functioning replica spacecraft from the most recent game they’ve been playing through. Remote control and everything. Granted, by miniature, he means a bit bigger than the usual rice cooker stored in the dorm rooms. There has to be enough room to get detailed, after all. 

Surprisingly, the project only takes a week or so. He documents it, of course, to keep proof with exams coming up since it’s within his field of interest. Finally, he has it carefully boxed up, and brings it with the next time Chiaki invites him over.

komaeda is not perceptive while in his thoughts, let alone dexterous in general. so when hit by a piece of flying debris, he’s not surprised. it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened. it’s just a minor bit of a bad luck. nothing big.

If she looked as bright, cheerful, and poised as she could manage, surely Chiaki would assume nothing was terribly wrong. And truthfully, Sonia had no idea how serious the incident was or wasn’t, except for the fact that the other classes of Ultimates now kept their distance from the squabbling (to put it lightly) between Class 77-B.  She stood in the doorway to Chiaki’s dorm with a smile, though her hands, clasped in front of her skirt, began to fidget a bit. The Ultimate Gamer was such a kind and generous person, the last thing Sonia wanted was to upset her.

“Well,” She began, needing the filler word in order to compose her thoughts, “The sort of incident where four of us were playing a fighting game and someone, possibly Komaeda once he won, knocked Souda’s soda over onto the console while the rest of us watched, helpless to stop it. And well, that then devolved into some, ahem, inappropriate language from Kuzuryuu and Owari, Mikan started to shriek, and Nidai thought that if he hit it really hard it might bring the picture back to the screen. Now when we turn it on, it makes a sizzling sound that Souda thinks he can fix but we’re all wondering if a blowtorch is truly necessary. Some of us, like Pekoyama and Tanaka, needed to step outside for some fresh air, but I think the calamity is wearing thin on everyone’s nerves. And then I was chosen to tell you and fetch you due to, how did they put it, my ‘diplomatic immunity!’”

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                  "Your talent involves ‘gaming’, doesn’t it??”

                  What a perplexing thing to call a talent. There was skill to be had in all sorts of things, of course --- he could not deny that videogames took reaction times into perspective, strategy and critical thinking, puzzle solving and occasional arithmetic and the like --- but Kiyotaka found it terribly difficult to believe that being good at games was enough to land someone a proper Ultimate title. Still, the fact that her talent was gaming dampened the fires fueling his typical hostility towards those born gifted. Being good at games meant nothing in terms of being a good student. One could not live their life playing games and doing nothing else; a certain level of effort elsewhere had to exist in her, and the thought of it comforted hi enough that he felt fine approaching Chiaki to explore a few of his curiosities pertaining to gaming with her.