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Ever since Yuuki was a kid, he’s known that he’s been ‘lacking’ in many ways, always falling behind and never quite managing to catch up.
While all of his classmates were getting girlfriends, he himself was a loner, the only one taking up a whole bench in the cafeteria as he overhears about how they were going on dates at the arcade, that they were kissing in alleyways, that they were even having sex in seedy love hotels they definitely should not be allowed in.
Life, unfortunately, is a bit cruel, so even surviving a whole twenty years of existence, Yuuki’s still never been able to find a girlfriend, much less have his first kiss.
And sex? Well, sex is completely out of the question, obviously.
He doesn’t think he’s a bad looking guy; maybe a bit plain, a bit awkward, but underneath all that he can be a great person who’d dedicate his whole life and soul to a girl if she’d let him!
But instead, to his detriment, every single girl he’s ever confessed to looks at him with just a bit of disgust in her eyes when they inevitably turn him down for bigger and better things in life.
"Sorry Mishima-kun," they'd simper with a faux sympathetic smile. "I don't think you're exactly my type… I prefer men who go to the gym and all that, you know? Not someone who sits around all day in front of their computer. No offense."
Which of course alludes to his infamous position as president of the League of Legends E-sports club for the past two years he's been at this university, in which he had taken them to collegiate quarter-finals, a mighty fine accomplishment if he does say so himself.
He wishes he could tell them that E-sports are just as mentally taxing as real sports are, that there are even more benefits to playing League of Legends than lifting weights, but he knows that no matter what he says, they'll continue to perpetuate their own biased stereotypes onto him anyways.
No girl will ever understand his plights, except maybe currently Shiho, his vice president and maybe crush.
He hadn't been expecting a girl to join his team this year at all, for women rarely ever play League on their own accord, most only ever entertaining the game on the account of their boyfriends.
But Shiho was different, quiet and resilient, and totally able to pull them out of the gutter to actually have a chance to score well at collegiate next year. If Yuuki had brought them to quarter-finals on a half-ready, completely disorganized team, Shiho would bring them to finals and a victory.
She'd understand what it means to be with a gamer, even though she's shy and rarely ever interacts with the team to play an actual game together, more inclined instead to give feedback on strategies and optimization. but Yuuki knows that she must be one of, if not at least the second (he's the first, obviously) best player on their team given her stats.
Despite vehemently refusing to give her account information out, he had found it anyways; it had just required a bit of digging.
_susushi, with a highest win streak of 14 at Champion rank and a win rate of 62% over a thousand or so games, she's probably one of the best Ahri mains this side of Tokyo has to see, and the only one that could ever match up to his level.
All the other knuckleheads on his team—bless their hearts—often think with their emotions than their actual brains, sometimes causing them to forfeit some of the easiest matches Yuuki has ever seen.
But maybe that's why Yuuki likes her so much; not only is she pretty, but she's a dang good player too, and maybe, just maybe, if he convinces her to give him a chance, she'd actually sit on their team as a first player instead of a fake fucking position like 'internal manager' or whatever she wants to be.
They would totally go on to win collegiate with the both of them steering the wheel, maybe going on to become something more than just amateurs, and perhaps even become a real professional duo!
He can see it now; all the news headlines calling them a power couple, images of them showing up to dominate at World Champs, his arm wrapped around Shiho as they become the envy of the E-sports world—
But unfortunately for Yuuki however, it seems that all women were destined to rebuke him, for even gamer girls seem to balk at his charms.
"I'm sorry Yuuki," Shiho says awkwardly after a bout of silence. "I appreciate the confession but I just… don't see you like that. I'm… already seeing someone. Sorry."
And even though she actually meant her apology, unlike the rest of the two-faced bitches he had confessed to previously, Yuuki doesn't even bother responding to her, going home in a disappointed and frustrated haze; of course Shiho would be dating somebody else already; she's such a pretty and talented girl that anyone with eyes could see that she was a catch.
Perhaps women truly are just fickle, he thinks miserably as he turns on his PC to queue up yet another game of League, the one other remaining constant in his life since he was 14.
"Can this bitch hurry up with picking her champ," Yuuki grumbles to nobody in particular as he squints at K1RAK1RA's empty selection slot. Everyone else on his team looks pretty decent; Sett plays a good top, Galio covers mid, Evelynn is Evelynn—she's hot as shit so he never minds having her on his team—and of course, he's their ADC and bottom lane, Aphelios. All they need now is a good support; he's hoping she picks Thresh—even though that's no way a woman should act—given his aggressive nature in making plays happen.
Just one win, and maybe finally, finally, he'd hit Master all after these years of playing the game.
K1RAK1RA: sorry was afk
K1RAK1RA: had to feed my cat :3
But instead of Thresh, instead of any other actually good support in the game—shit, he'd even take Mel over this fuck ass champ; at least Mel is hot and he can stare at her figure—K1RAK1RA goes for the worst fucking pick possible: Yuumi.
phant0m: ur joking right
phant0m: pick someone else im not having yuumi on my team
K1RAK1RA: i only know how to play yuumi sorry
K1RAK1RA: i promise not to disappoint!
Yuuki snorts at the message.
Yuumi and disappointment goes hand in hand, so tough fucking luck to K1RAK1RA. Whatever, maybe he'll sell this match on purpose; it was doomed the moment he saw that stupid white cat pop up on his screen because who the fuck willingly mains Yuumi of all things.
Yuumi… how does Yuuki put this… Yuumi is dogshit.
He wishes he had had enough foresight to have banned her while they were still deciding on champions, but what's done is done.
She can't engage, she doesn't heal properly, she ultimately just sits around and does nothing—whoever this K1RAK1RA character is probably just wanted to be carried by a god-tier team in order to raise her rank; what a typical female thing to do—and worst of all, she can't even sacrifice herself for Yuuki's sake, so what's even the point!
He'd rather someone that can actually add support to the game; once Yuumi latches onto someone, she's already down one ability.
phant0m: if we lose im blaming u
K1RAK1RA: we won't! i'll pull my weight; i promise!
The early phase of the game starts off slow, as per Yuuki's expectations, given the Yuumi on his team preventing him from getting as aggressive as he'd like. They would've gotten at least one kill by now if K1RAK1RA had actually taken his advice, but no, she had to be stubborn and stupid.
Just more proof that women don't know how to play this game properly.
Even after the clock reaches around the twenty minute mark, somewhere mid-game, it has yet still to reach a climax, continuing to be slow and rough as he's yet to reach his desired number of picks and kills. Truly, none of this would've been happening to him right now if his luck hadn't have been so bad as to land a Yuumi, one who isn't even in lane with him right now!
Where even is she, he thinks irritably as he roams bottom lane alone. There's no one else here but him, which fucking sucks given that he's supposed to be their main damage dealer. Now, fucking Sett or maybe even Galio is stealing what's supposed to be his glory and crown.
From the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of movement, and unconsciously straightens his spine as he finally, finally, finally smells a fight and an opportunity to jump at a free kill.
It's a support too, a Rakan roaming alone without his Xayah.
Barf, what a fucking joke, Yuuki scoffs as he notices that this particular Rakan is wearing the matching Sweetheart skin set, completely souring his mood as it reminds him of his rejection from Shiho earlier today.
It's nothing personal, he lies to himself as he start beating the shit out of this poor player, fingers tapping aggressively on the keyboard as he slowly but surely chips away at Rakan's HP until he reaches the halfway mark.
"Boohoo," he rolls his eyes as his weapon switches to Crescendum, enabling him to move in closer to finally finish the kill.
But despite this Rakan's rather amateur abilities—he can't even use his skills properly, floundering around as Yuuki keeps poking—he has at least enough tact to try to run away, back into the bushes leading into the jungle.
"Oh fuck," his eyes widen as he realizes a bit too late that it's a trap all along, that this Rakan had been luring him out back to where his partner—of course it's fucking Xayah with the same skin—ultimately was.
[ALL] xXx_M3G4_3DG3_G4M3R_xXx: hop off my girlfriend slag
[ALL] xXx_M3G4_3DG3_G4M3R_xXx: dont fucking pmo.
[ALL] P4NTH3R: awwww babe… ur so sweet for defending lil ol me :3
His mood sours some more, not only were this Rakan and Xayah actually dating, but he was getting taunted by someone with the most atrocious username ever known to man.
How do you even talk shit to someone when their name is "Mega Edge Gamer"? Which part of the name do you even say when you want to tell them to kill themselves?
[ALL] phant0m: with a name like that who tf would date u
[ALL] xXx_M3G4_3DG3_G4M3R_xXx: only the girl u decided to 1v1 and FAIL roflllllll
He's certain that they're on a Discord VC; that Rakan's skill level was way too low to have thought of this maneuver themselves. Xayah most definitely told her what to do when she complained to them about Yuuki 'bullying' her or whatever lies girls tells to their boyfriends as their mediocre skills get taken advantage of by the other team to win.
[ALL] phant0m: maybe tell ur "girlfriend" to be better at the fucking game then
[ALL] xXx_M3G4_3DG3_G4M3R_xXx: at least i have a gf ROFFFLLLLL where's YOUR pocket healer yuumi huh? don't see her anywhere!!!!!
Yuuki's eye twitches at the mention; all of his deaths have been because she hadn't been there when he needed her most, just another thing to hate all Yuumi mains for.
But it seems that xXx_M3G4_3DG3_G4M3R_xXx has gotten tired of cursing Yuuki out in chat, for she starts charging after him, sending projectiles forward.
"Fuck," he grumbles under his breath as he notices that he still has quite a number of ammo to go through until he finishes up Crescendum, which is perhaps the worst possible weapon to use against a Xayah and Rakan pairing, given their mobility and his lack of long-range. And especially because he doesn't have fuck ass Yuumi on him right now, he can't even close the distance on this stupid Discord e-couple flaunting around him.
Knowing it's a losing battle, Yuuki decides to disgracefully run away, but again, it seems that xXx_M3G4_3DG3_G4M3R_xXx has explicitly told P4NTH3R what to do in circumstances like these, for she actually manages to utilize her ability properly for once, knocking Yuuki up and stunning him in place, before launching her ult that lures him in for even longer.
And even though he considers this a shameful technique only losers and amateurs utilize, he tries to flash teleport out of the area, but doesn't think far enough ahead as Xayah's long range projectiles quickly catches up to keep poking him.
His vision flashes red as he spots her spamming her mastery emote, a stupid little thing that keeps taunting him as she chases him down the map. This area is a bit more dense, full of bushes and blind spots that make it harder for Yuuki to pay attention to his full surroundings, especially in adjacency to xXx_M3G4_3DG3_G4M3R_xXx's taunting and poking.
Who the fuck even is this Xayah main to no-life this game so hard as to have level 10 mastery on the character? Even Yuuki himself doesn't have level 10 on Aphelios!
It's over, Yuuki places his head on his hands as he spots Xayah ulting—it's just insane bad manners at this point given that Yuuki's all about dead on 2 HP—and he considers himself to be a demon gamer—he's going to lose bottom lane therefore they're gonna lose this match, his Elo is cooked, and his KDR is averaging 6 and 6.
But instead of seeing grey to further cement just how miserable this game—and his whole day—has been, from the bottom right corner, he sees a shot of projectile straight towards Xayah, and his heart soars.
K1RAK1RA—oh, he's never been more glad to see her at this very moment—in the 1.5 seconds before Xayah's ult hits him quickly latches onto him, spawning in a shield and heals him just enough that he lives for another day.
[TEAM] phant0m: i could've had them if u just were a bit faster
[TEAM] K1RAK1RA: sorry was helping out mid lane :P saved u just in time tho!
Before he could say anything back, a bright flash of VICTORY fills his screen, and he sighs in relief.
K1RAK1RA: gg guys! especially u aphelios :) we should play together again sometime; our synergy was crazy good today :333
And despite the hostility he had initially displayed against K1RAK1RA, he begrudgingly admits that maybe it was slightly his fault for being so tunnel visioned in that he didn't notice Yuumi was in the bush in front of him, giving her the perfect opportunity for his lucky break.
It makes sense that K1RAK1RA received an S rank at the end of the match and Yuuki only an A; it seems that she had led them to victory despite all odds.
phant0m: yeah we rly should. sorry for earlier
phant0m: didnt mean to be rude
K1RAK1RA: dw ab it! let me send u a friend request :^)
It's one of the only times he's ever decided to friend someone back; his standards for players are higher than heaven itself, but maybe K1RAK1RA has proven herself worthy to be friends with phant0m.
Over the course of the next few months, him and K1RAK1RA would duo whenever she notices him online, always sending a request and a message asking if he's free.
K1RAK1RA was right; their synergy ended up being crazy good, and honestly Yuuki kind of liked having a pocket healer whom he can boss around, even if K1RAK1RA was perfectly capable of doing things herself without Yuuki's intervention.
And he liked that too, not having to backseat as he often had to do with female gamers, which is why his E-sports team all consisted of men.
Except Shiho, of course, but who cares about Shiho right now when he actually has a gamer girl willing to drop everything and play with him?
K1RAK1RA seems like a very nice woman, and Yuuki is praying to all the gods that she's also single as hell.
"Hey," he types out in DMs one day, "I'd like to get to know you better outside of League. Do you have Discord?"
There's only a little bit of hesitation before he presses send, and K1RAK1RA replies almost instantly.
yes! i too was getting tired of chatting in league all the time T-T
my discord user is @kira_kira!
Yuuki sees her immediately go offline, probably to check Discord and await for his friend request.
kira_kira—who astonishingly goes by Ren online—'s profile is cute, a bit plain given she doesn't have Discord Nitro—and maybe his heart soars just a little bit; only e-girls who sleep around and Discord e-couples have Nitro—with a profile picture of who he assumes is her kissing her cat—a tuxedo with blue eyes that looks eerily familiar, almost as if he's see it before somewhere on campus—and a bio with her pronouns—thank god it's actually she/her; Yuuki had just assumed that K1RAK1RA was a girl based on that gamer tag alone; what man would use something so ostentatiously feminine like that—age, and League handle.
she/her, 20, cat mom (say hi to morgana)
K1RAK1RA on league! dms open :3
He clicks 'Send Request' and Ren accepts it in less than 30 seconds, before sending him the ugly "Hi" sticker that Discord pesters you to send instead of an actually normal message.
phant0m
where does kirakira come from? given that ur name is renren
my friend thought of it for me! bc i twinkle like a star *wink*
ur discord profile's crazy icl; almost felt intimidated when i saw you accepted my friend request!
Yuuki's chest puffs up in pride; he hasn't spent real money on the profile and avatar decorations for nothing. It really is just a status indicator, but he's surprised that a girl such as Ren understands the importance that goes into looking good and having a fire Discord so people would take him seriously.
phant0m
it's nothing. i just like mine to be cool.ren
it's SO cool! it rlly fits ur main, especially the skin u have on him rn? it's not the original right; what is it?phant0m
nightbringer aphelios
the color scheme was cool ig better than spirit blossomren
wow i've never seen spirit blossom aphelios; just googled him
i like his vibes tho :3phant0m
ppl shit on nightbringer but spirit blossom is just too close to his base skin and it just doesn't scratch an itch in terms of visuals imo
only splash art is nice but doesnt translate well in game
nightbringer has cool sounds for ex both of his Qs on gravitum and infernum
he got great chromas too
"Sorry," Yuuki types out after he sees Ren's texting bubble stutter a few times from the bottom of the screen. "I just get so passionate about League. No one else really gets it."
ren
dw ab it at all! i personally think it's kind of cute hehe…
Yuuki's heart almost explodes from the message.
A girl, a real-life breathing girl, thinks him infodumping about League is cute. She thinks that he, Mishima Yuuki, is cute. She doesn't think that he's a gross disgusting incel Reddit gamer—which, admittedly, he is—but she doesn't think that that's a make or break in their friendship!
ren
let me look at yuumi's skins rq!
all i've been using is her original one </3
Play it cool, Yuuki, he breathes deeply. Don't fumble her. Don't fumble her.
phant0m
i think out of the current avaliable ones cyber cat's my favoriteren
oooh really?
i'm googling it rn
she's cute i like the splash art
oh wow i rlly like shiba yuumi esp the rose quartz chroma!phant0m
do u want it?ren
idk
1350 RP tho…
phant0m
my treat? for being such a great partner?
1350 is nothingren
no!!!!!!
i don't want u spending money on me :(((
phant0m
too late
check ur loot tab when u log in tmr
Usually he would never ever consider spending money on a girl, much less a girl he's met online and over League, but Ren… seems different.
Even though he's never seen her face, he knows that she must be the prettiest woman he'll ever had the pleasure to meet, given her genuine nature and kind personality that seems to care so much for Yuuki despite the short amount of the time they've known each other for.
(He most definitely can't forget the soft pink lips that are kissing the tuxedo cat in her profile picture either; only pretty girls have lips that supple after all, so of course he knows Ren would never disappoint in the looks department.)
And 1350 RP really is nothing to him at the end of the day anyways; as a lucrative, up-and-coming businessman entrepreneur, what else will he be using his paycheck for anyways besides the necessary stocks and investments? League of Legends currency is only the tip of the pyramid.
ren
omfg u didn't!!!!!
i told u u didn't have to!!!!!!
And even though Ren had complained about it, the next time they duo together, he sees Shiba Yuumi attach herself to him—indicating that Ren had appreciated the gift nonetheless—and feels a burst of pride swelling in his chest.
Maybe, just maybe, he'd have more of a chance with Ren than any other girl he's ever talked to.
He ends up buying more skins for Ren in the upcoming months—so what if there's an ulterior motive in getting her EDG Yuumi the moment it had come back into the Legacy's Vault in order to match with his own EDG skin—buys her Discord Nitro even—her profile looks much, much better with the pink to white gradient background, adorable Luna from Sailor Moon gif as a banner, and the cute Heartthrob bundle he insisted that she'd get on his dime because it'd truly make her Discord pop.
Whenever Yuuki puts their profiles together, he gets extremely pleased at how much they look like a matching couple despite their relationship status as just friends. Him on dark red and black, and her on pink and white. Two sides of the same coin, the Yin to his Yang, or whatever cringe things e-couples say.
Sue him, he's allowed to feel this way about a girl.
He hopes that whenever they play League together, people see them and know that K1RAK1RA is his partner, and no one else's.
phant0m
u should change ur pfp too
so it doesn't clash with the theme u have rnren
you think?
idk if i have it in me to change it from morgana…
what if he hisses! i don't know if i can deal with that shame phantom!phant0m
i'm sure morgana will live lololren
haha, he is just a cat!
i'll do it just for you :3 bc u asked so nicely <3
His heart stutters again; Ren's been a lot more… flirty with him recently, always complimenting him and calling him cute and sending him peppy good morning and good night texts, and it makes him really really happy knowing that even though they don't know each other like that—especially after just meeting online over League—he still has such an effect on her to the point she's always acquiescing to his demands.
He watches as Ren's status flickers between offline and mobile, clearly indicating that she's scouring through her phone's camera roll for a picture that's on par to Yuuki's standards, until finally, he sees Ren typing.
ren
what about this one hehe…
you like? ;)
His chest almost feels like it is escaping through his throat as he pulls up her user profile on DMs just to see the photo more clearly.
It's… Ren, like actually physically Ren, cosplaying as Evelynn—as Sugar Rush Evelynn of all Evelynns too—how did she know that that skin was his favorite—bending over to give the camera a kiss.
She's beautiful—obviously, Yuuki's never wrong when it comes to his intuition—despite the pink tint on her skin, the brown and pink wig she's donning that's covering her natural hair color, and the yellow almost cat-like contacts in her eyes.
Yuuki knows she's beautiful because her face is sharp, angular, almost ready to kill, eyelashes long and luscious—such perfect ratios for cosplaying Evelynn, who is arguably the hottest character in the entire game.
What a shame that the actual profile picture itself cuts off before he could see the best part of the entire outfit, the short skimpy almost maid-like dress that most definitely hugs all of Ren's curves and barely covers her ass.
He's so, so, so glad that they're only texting and not on VC, because he doesn't think he could've stopped that visceral groan leaving his mouth as he imagines Ren bending over to give him an eyeful of ass and pussy.
phant0m
oh my fucking god.
that's probably the hottest sugar rush evelynn ive ever fucking seen holy SHIT
u look so fucking sexyren
i'm glad u like it ;3333
u wanna see the full pic?
i have some more from this exact photoshoot i'll send too <3
Boy, does he want to see the full pic? Do men need water to survive? Do people need air to breathe?
phant0m
um fuck yes?
is that even a question?ren
ur so sweet when ur enthusiastic ;000
i like it a lot hehe
these r from two yrs ago btw!
She sends him 10 photos, all professionally taken and edited, of her in various poses, locations, with different partners and props and facial expressions, and Yuuki's mouth just drops more and more the longer he stares.
But his favorite has still got to the one her profile picture is from, Ren bending down to leave nothing to the imagination as he stares at how voluptuous her breasts are, nearly almost shoving them into his face. He wonders how it'd feel being buried in them… Her waist looks especially tiny too; Yuuki thinks he'd only need his hands to cover the entire diameter of it. And he was right, of course, the skirt really was so short that it barely covers her crotch even at this angle, exposing thick thick thighs that stretches the brown of her stockings.
Shamefully, he saves this picture to his hidden album, meant for his eyes only as he thinks about taking it out in the shower tonight to jerk off to.
ren
pls let me know which one is ur fave <3
phant0m
u cant expect me to choose lolol
u look so hot in all of these…
i didnt kno u did professional cos?ren
hehe i used to!
stopped bc money problems tho :////
can barely even afford tuition and rent anymore so obv i had to sacrifice something…phant0m
thats such a waste wtf
ur body is insane and ur cosplays r amazing…
you'd get men like me down and barking at any time…ren
haha u flatter me so!
i really miss it sometimes… esp evelynn she's so fun to do!
u wanna see her outfit live :0000
Yuuki's heart hammers in his chest as he rereads Ren's message for the 10th time.
Of course he wants to see Ren cosplaying as Evelynn live—he'd be fucking stupid to pass up an opportunity as lucrative as this one—but at the same time he hadn't been expecting to make the jump from text to video call this soon, and a part of him is nervous, almost anxious at the fact that maybe if Ren sees him in real life, hears his voice in real life, she wouldn't like him anymore.
ren
u don't have to turn on ur camera if u don't want to obviously!
but it's been a while since i've worn cosplay, and none of my friends rlly know anything about league…
ren
i'm sorry, was i too eager?
He feels bad at making Ren upset, especially as she's the one who's being so forward in wanting to meet him—she totally likes him more than just a friend—and types out a response before his brain could convince him to back out any further. If Ren truly was the woman for him, she'd love him through thick and thin, and this is only the first trial by fire he'd have to go through to finally cement Ren as his woman.
phant0m
no no ofc not
id love to see u in evelynn cosplay
ren
oh yay!!!
any requests mr phantom? i'll do my best to accomodate ;)phant0m
ugh id love to see ur sugar rush evelynn again
ren
alrighty! no pink skin tho </3
phant0m
that's more than fine with me
Ten minutes pass before he hears the Discord call notification ring on his PC, and he answers it eagerly, almost a bit too eagerly, his eyes glued to the screen as he waits for Ren to load in.
"Hi," he jolts as he hears Ren's voice, a low sultry femme fatale of a thing—and he feels all the blood rushing to his dick the moment he imagines it to be Evelynn saying it to him. "Nice to finally meet you. Well, hear you!"
It's much much different than what he'd been expecting—a pitchy girly voice that coos and fawns—but he finds that he likes it a lot better than whatever he's concocted from his imagination.
"H-hi," he mentally berates himself for the stutter, but Ren gives a soft giggle at it nonetheless.
"Let me turn my camera on real quick," Ren says, before the screen flashes bright and he gets a whole eyeful of Ren's tits that are nearly spilling out of the dress's tight bodice.
"Fuck," she says underneath her breath, but Yuuki latches onto every single word as his eyes cannot refrain from watching her trying to shove her left boob back into the dress as she simultaneously pulls at it to gain more coverage.
Guiltily, he's glad his camera isn't on because he's currently rock hard watching Ren flounce around in a dress that seems to be much too small for her now, skirt flaring upwards despite her efforts to push it down exposing the bodysuit underneath the skirt that is nearly getting sucked in between her thighs.
"A-Are you okay?" he tries to steady his voice, and Ren looks up in despair.
"I guess I don't fit this outfit anymore. Or probably any of the other ones too, huh?" she sighs, tensing her shoulders as her arms fold underneath her breasts to almost push them up and make them look bigger—she's so alluring without even trying and for what—and Yuuki cannot, will not stop staring at that tiny little sliver of nipple he sees sneaking out from behind the lace of the top. "It's such a shame; this was my favorite too!"
"What-What if I got you replacements?"
It comes out of his mouth without even realizing, his tongue constantly darting out to wet his lips as he tries to stop the multiple sexual fantasies that are trying to breach their way into his head from fully making it inside.
"What?" Ren startles, and her breasts jiggle in place some more, and oh my god, Yuuki will need this call to end soon or else his dick would explode from the force of his lust. "I can't ask that of you; these are costly!"
"Don't worry about it," Yuuki croaks out, already pulling out his phone. "I can afford it. And I want to make you happy."
"Phantom…" Ren's brows furrow, and she drops her arms against her sides, which again makes her breasts move up and down, and fuck it, Yuuki's already opening his PayPal app to send Ren at least 100 thousand yen.
He knows she's received his transfer by the sudden glance she makes towards her phone when it chirps a quiet little ring.
"My only request is that you keep this one," his throat is super dry, and Ren looks like she's about to protest, "but the money, you're free to spend on whatever you want. Rent, tuition, cosplay. If you do buy cosplay, I want to be the first to see it though, okay?"
"Phantom…" Ren says, eyes tearing up as she leans forward again to give him yet another flash of boob. "You really are too kind! I don't deserve someone like you! Which Evelynn is your favorite? I'll get that one next, I promise!"
His mind races as he tries to think of the skimpiest Evelynn, the sexiest Evelynn, one that really would leave nothing to the imagination, one that he's going to fantasize about as he fucks into his hand at night, thinking about Ren's body, Ren's pretty lips, Ren's fat ass—
But before he could even say anything out loud, Ren cries out in alarm, forcing Yuuki's attention back onto the screen to see a whole fully-rendered shot of Ren bent over to pick something up she had accidentally dropped, exposing her entire behind and a slight curve of her pussy that gets him exhaling a long stuttering breath.
If he looks closely, he could see that the stockings have even ripped right behind her ass, that—
"Which Evelynn?" Ren's face is back on screen, eager and pleading, and god, does Yuuki want to ruin her to shreds.
"Um," he startles. "Shadow Evelynn?" he proposes weakly. "Or maybe KDA All-Out Evelynn?"
"I'll do both for you cutie," Ren winks before turning her head around. "Yes, I'm coming!" she shouts. "Sorry, I have to go, but it was nice talking to you! I hate that you saw me like this though; I'm normally more put together!"
"I thought you looked great."
"Aw, you flatter me so!" Ren blows a kiss to the camera. "Maybe we can VC more often?" she asks with a shy grin, and Yuuki nods.
"Sure. I'd love that."
"Great! Alright, bye!"
The call disconnects, and Yuuki leans back on his chair with a loud groan, hands quickly unzipping his pants to gain access to his hard and leaking cock; how did Ren expect him not to jerk off after seeing her like that, after seeing her large tits bounce around on screen for twenty minutes, after seeing the shape of her pussy through her stockings and underwear—if she was even wearing underwear; for the sake of this fantasy, he's going to imagine she isn't—after seeing large round doe eyes look so innocently at him as he thinks about ruining her for all men here on and thereafter.
She totally, 100%, likes him; why else would she get dressed like a whore if not for him?
"Fuck," he groans as he closes his eyes, slowly but surely envisioning Ren underneath him as he rips her stockings off with his bare hands, exposing her virgin—definitely virgin—pussy for him and him to take alone. It'd be soaking wet, soaking through the stockings as she questions exactly why her body's feeling this way.
"Y-Yuuki," she'd whisper with her pupils blown wide, hair mussed and lipstick smeared all over her chin, "Y-Yuuki, I've never felt this way before! What is this wetness between my thighs?"
This is even better than porn, he thinks, almost drunk as his mind continues to concoct and concoct the different way Ren would submit to him, his hips violently fucking into his hand wishing it was Ren's warm tight cunt or maybe Ren's huge fucking tits that would feel so much smoother than the rough of his palm and fingers.
She'd moan and gasp loudly, lewdly, like a bitch in heat as he splits her in half, as he fondles with her ass and tits, as he kisses her with the expertise of a Greek god.
He'd then cum inside, staining her with his seed and marking her as his, or maybe even on her face as she looks fucked out and desperate for cum like the whore she is, eyes rolled back and tongue darting out to catch whatever Yuuki's willing to let her drink.
It was probably one of, if not the best orgasms he's ever had, his whole chest heaving and his dick still rock hard as he tries to blink away the images of Ren with cum on her tits in his mind.
"Oh whatever," he grumbles as he hauls himself to the shower, where he jerks off yet again to more beautiful fantasies of Ren on his cock.
It doesn't have to be fantasies if he'd just get the courage to confess to her, but unfortunately he is still too much of a coward to do so, content with only the images of her he's created in his mind.
ren
u need to stop sending me money every month!!!! istg ill be ok w/o it!!!!phant0m
nonsense
consider it ur paycheck for playing league with me lololren
i don't deserve u T_T ik i always say this but i rlly don't!!!!! i'll repay u back promise :^)
btwwww the cosplays are coming in tomorrow if you're free to watch me try them on ;)phant0m
im very excited
even tho sugar rush evelynn is my fav i love kda evelynn's clawsren
the quality of these ones are drop dead gorg!!!!! i have some metal rings that r similar…
one day i'd love to main evelynn but i can't betray my baby yuumi!!!!phant0m
maybe tmr we can duo as evelynn and aphelios b4 u show me the fit
i can teach u the basicsren
that'd be nice!
Ren, despite claiming never having played Evelynn before, is really fucking good at the champ nonetheless, completely silent as she ushers them to one of the quickest victories he's ever achieved.
"Whew," she cheers as they win yet again; god fucking damn she might even be better at Evelynn than he is given how quickly she had caught onto her rather difficult skillset—it's a high jump from fuck ass Yuumi to an actually good champ such as Evelynn, but Ren seems to have had it covered. "Take that suckers!"
Even after five months of talking, he's still yet to turn his camera on, unfortunately still a little embarrassed at having Ren see his face. But thankfully, she doesn't seem to mind it, taking it in stride.
Maybe she just wants to flaunt her body in front of him, which Yuuki absolutely does not mind at all; he doesn't want to count how many times he's waken up hard because he had fantasized about her before he went to bed.
"You want to see KDA Evelynn in real life now?" he can hear Ren smile through her voice alone, and a rush of excitement and lust rushes through his body.
"Duh."
"Okay, give me 10; her outfit isn't difficult to put on but I want to make sure it's perfect just for you. No wig though, I hope that's okay!"
"Sure, that's fine," Yuuki leans back to enjoy the show when Ren finally turns her camera back on to show long black hair covering the cropped skimpy halter top and therefore unfortunately covering her tits, but the high-waisted leather shorts with the thin black garters make up for it immediately.
"Wow," Yuuki breathes, eyes roaming down her figure. "Your body is to die for…"
"You think?" Ren laughs a little flirtatiously before turning around to show him the back—and wow, those shorts really do emphasize the curvature of her ass, because it contrasts so heavily against her small waist. "It's too warm here for the jacket, but here is it," she brandishes a short iridescent coat, and he notices that she's also wearing the claws the cosplay also comes with as well.
"Oh yeah," she wiggles her fingers in front of the camera, "the claws… they're sharp enough to mark skin, but that's what real metal gets you huh?"
Yuuki wishes she'd mark him with those claws, raking up and down his back when he's thrusting into her, giving her so much pleasure she doesn't know what to do with all of it.
She looks like such a dominatrix in this outfit, somehow even lewder than the too-small Sugar Rush cosplay despite the higher amount of coverage. Perhaps it's the innate sexiness that comes with KDA Evelynn, one that gets him imagining all the things she could do on camera, like maybe pulling her shorts to the side to expose her garters and panties, and maybe even pulling that aside too to expose a leaking cunt—fuck, he's most definitely hard again—or using her claws to tear the delicate fabric of the tights while looking at him with an expression that craves cock…
What would she say, Yuuki tries to think, would she say something like, "P-Phantom, you get me so hot and bothered; I can't control myself when I'm around you," while squirming around in her chair, trying to generate some pressure between her thighs to alleviate that heat in her gut?
Or would she be so bold as to strip in front of him, taking off both her top and shorts, fondling her tits with one hand while the other one is fingering her pussy?
"I won't put it inside," she'd gasp as she pinches her own nipple, as she smears her fingers around her clit, "I won't put it inside, because I'm waiting for you to defile my womb!"
He definitely watches too much hentai, Yuuki hazily thinks as he palms his dick through his pants, trying to soften some of the strain that comes with his cock being harder than fucking steel right now.
"You're awfully silent…" Ren's voice breaks him out of his stupor and he finds that he's biting his lip so hard it's bleeding. She's back in her chair and pouting at him, brows knitted but eyes looking up in a way that he knows forms the perfect blowjob face. "Do you not like the cosplay?"
"I do," his voice is raspy, and he hopes that Ren doesn't realize what he's up to as he shamefully takes out his dick, hand slowly stroking the shaft as Ren leans forwards some more, and all he sees is the smooth, milky unblemished skin of her fucking perfect tits. "I think I like it a little too much…"
"Really?" Ren's voice is coy—and fuck, is Yuuki really about to score some e-sex right now? "Would… you like if… if I…" she suddenly turns shy, and Yuuki watches the screen like a hawk as she hauls her legs up against her desk to spread them out—fuck, he really is about to score some e-sex—clawed fingers trailing up from her knee to her pussy that are so sharp they ended up tearing into the thin tights exposing thick thigh—just like it had in his fantasy.
Her breathing is labored, chest heaving, and Yuuki is also watching how her tits bounce with each breath she takes as her hand strokes up from her sadly clothed pussy up to her chest, how she arches her back so far up that her tits are almost spilling onto her face.
"P-Phantom," she sighs, and Yuuki's hand moves even faster at the sound of his name, "I've never… masturbated in front of a camera before, so… I hope you enjoy it…"
Instead of taking off the pants however, Ren only removes two claws from her fingers, the middle and ring ones, before slipping the bare digits into the sides of her shorts that barely cover her pussy.
It's a shame he doesn't actually get to see what Ren's cunt looks like, but the expressions on her face is what really gets him going: the bitten lip, the lolled tongue, the rolled-back eyes—Yuuki wishes he could stare at two separate places at once, because the fingers that are stroking her pussy are fast and furious too, and Yuuki tries to pace himself with her movements so he could pretend he's fucking into her and not his own hand.
Her moans are as lewd as he imagined too, pitchier than her normal voice but sexier, louder, full of desperation and lust and want.
"Mmm," she whimpers, eyes closed and back arched, fingers moving even more furiously inside those stupid shorts he'd wish she'd just fucking take off, "Phantom, I'm… close, Phantom, I—I'm gonna—Phantom, oh, Phantom, I'm gonna, ah, ah—oh, fuck!"
He cums at the same time she does, semen splattering all over his monitor and onto Ren's pussy and face.
Now if only it actually was on her face; he'd force her to lick up every single drop of cum he produced, to worship his body as he never lets her go, to shove his cock into her mouth as she has no choice but to suck him off—
"D-Did you like the show?" Ren gasps, face completely pink from either the exertion of fucking herself raw or the embarrassment of masturbating on camera for her whoever he is to her to see. "I guess that's your payment for this month," she places the fingers she had just put in her pussy in her mouth, and sucks them slowly and surely while maintaining heavy eye-contact with the camera, lidded and filled with lust.
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of him. He wants to meet her, wants to fuck her real cunt, not this fake wannabe Discord e-sex they're having. It doesn't matter if she's halfway across the country, he's willing to pay if only to have a taste of Ren's skin on his mouth.
"I want to fuck you for real," Yuuki croaks, without any tact whatsoever, and Ren startles. "You didn't even show me your pussy."
"Sorry," Ren apologizes, "it's just a bit more embarrassing—"
"Then let's meet in person. I don't care where you're located; I'll find a means to travel there."
"Oh," Ren tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. Somehow, despite him taking her e-virginity, she is still shy on the notion of meeting up; how cute, "b-but we're not even boyfriend girlfriend yet—"
"Then be my girlfriend," Yuuki is adamant. "I want to—no, I need to meet you."
"I go to uni in Tokyo," Ren says, "if that's too far, we don't have to—"
"I go to uni in Tokyo too," Yuuki interrupts, his heart leaping at just how close Ren has been all along, "does next weekend work?"
There's a pause.
"Okay," Ren says, a bit defeated but this Yuuki does not care much for; he's seeing Ren, like actually seeing Ren. "Next weekend works. I'll meet you in Shinjuku? Right next to that Crossroads bar?"
"Sure," Yuuki agrees easily, giddy at the fact he'll finally land a hot girlfriend that will cause him to be the envy of the entire school.
He can see it now, every man on campus giving him the stink eye as he walks around parading Ren, a hand on her waist as she titters at something he had said.
Ren and him on dates, Ren and him kissing, Ren and him having real-life, in person sex, fuck, Ren and him having real life, in person sex!
He finds that next weekend can't come fast enough.
"Oh, hey," Yuuki almost breaks his neck from how fast it had snapped up, eager to finally see Ren in the flesh. Earlier in the afternoon, she had said she might be late thanks to some errands, so he had been waiting here for the past 10 minutes hoping that she'll arrive sooner or later.
Except it wasn't Ren, and his mood incrementally sours. Where is this woman? Why is she leaving him hanging? Are all women the same after all?
"I never see you stroll around Shinjuku."
"Oh. Hi Akira," he replies dully. "What are you doing here?"
"I work here," Akira laughs, pointing straight at Crossroads. "But I'm meeting up with someone later."
"Me too."
He's always short and curt to Akira for some reason, despite him being one of the only few people in the student body that is actually nice to him. Honestly, he's forgotten how they met, but however they did, it still warranted a wave from Akira whenever Yuuki sees the other man around campus.
"Oh nice!" Akira beams at him. "Who? Do I know them?"
"My girlfriend."
"That's lovely!" Akira claps, and Yuuki internally rolls his eyes. This better not be some fake pity or whatever bullshit that other men do to their perceived competition. "What's she like?"
"Her name is Ren."
For some reason Akira balks at the name; maybe he knows her? Is an ex of some sort? Her brother? They do look alike, but neither Ren nor Akira have ever mentioned something about a sibling, so that's highly unlikely.
"We met on League—no, you can't laugh—after she saved my ass from a Xayah and Rakan duo."
Yuuki doesn't think Akira plays League, which is probably why he looks more and more stricken and shocked the longer Yuuki talks.
"We've been talking for almost like a whole half a year now, and I recently found out she's this awesome cosplayer with an amazing body—"
"Oh my god, you're Phantom," Akira blurts out, cutting him off, and Yuuki's world stops.
"How do you know that name?" He suddenly grows angry at the implications. "Did Ren tell you? Are you her fucking boyf—"
"No, no, no!" Akira vehemently denies, and the next thing that comes out of his mouth is something that is even more far-fetched than Yuuki's original idea of them being siblings.
"I'm Ren," Akira says with a defeated sigh. "I'm Ren."
Yuuki stares.
He stares at Akira, who thinks that he can convince Yuuki that he's Ren just by standing there wearing an ugly baggy grey sweater and a pair of blue jeans, and he laughs.
There's no way in fucking hell that Akira's telling the truth? Him as Ren? Tough fucking luck. Sure, their faces may be proportionally similar, but Akira completely lacks the curves that makes Ren sexy.
Even if he says fuck the boobs, what about his waist? His hips? His thighs? None of which the man in front of him holds!
"You're fucking joking—"
"No, I'm telling the truth!" Akira reaches out to touch him on the shoulder, and Yuuki bristles.
"Be fucking for real," Yuuki shoves Akira's hand off of him as he makes for a brisk pace somewhere else far away from the other man. He can stand people making fun of him, but he will not stand for liars.
"Wait!" From the corner of his eye, he spots Akira fumble with his phone for a little bit, fingers hurriedly typing his passcode before a bright screen gets shoved into his face.
"Look!"
It… really is Ren's Discord profile, logged in and everything, from the banner to the accessories to the gradient, and Akira says nothing when Yuuki numbly snatches the phone from his hand to scroll through the chat the two of them share.
Fuck.
Akira wasn't lying.
He is Ren. Ren is him.
Ren is a boy.
Somehow that makes him more sick to his stomach than the fact that he's been basically used as an ATM.
"I was… going to come clean today," Akira starts speaking. "Because I felt really bad catfishing you as a girl. I really wasn't expecting you to be Phantom, I promise, but you were really, really nice to me—and honestly, you saved my ass with rent and tuition these past few months, so I cannot thank you enough."
He pauses, probably to gauge Yuuki's reaction, and continues talking when Yuuki refuses to give him the pleasure of replying.
"I really didn't mean anything when I started that smurf League account, but I had just broken up with my ex and I really didn't want to look at my main—"
"What's your main?" Yuuki interrupts. Maybe he can put this horrible, no-good slight behind him if Akira actually was a really good player that he can ultimately exploit for his E-sports team for the next few months so they can finally win collegiate.
"You know Joka?" Akira answers with a slight smile.
Yuuki's jaw almost drops.
Who doesn't know J0KA is the real question; he is arguably the best professional Akali main in the entire city, despite his anonymity and that godawful Kayn on his team.
This he tells Akira, who laughs awkwardly.
"Yeah… that Kayn—Black Mask—was my ex. We broke up over something stupid, completely unrelated to League. But he made me play Akali so we could 'match'," he puts the word 'match' in air-quotes, "despite their synergy being below average. I used to main Evelynn—who also sucked with Kayn, I can't lie—but he was too staunch in his ways to ever change so I was the one who switched instead."
"No wonder it seemed like it took you no time at all to get the hang of Evelynn's kit when we played together."
Akira winces at the mention.
Yeah… sorry again," he rubs at his head awkwardly. "Let me make it up to you," he grasps Yuuki's hands together. "I promise it'll be a good time!"
In hindsight, he should've expected Akira to have dragged him to a love hotel given that Yuuki had been the one to say "let me fuck you" on call, but even then it's still a little much given that he's still yet to wrap his head around the fact that Akira—his classmate—and Ren—his Discord e-girlfriend—were the one and only same fucking person.
"What the fuck."
"Oh," Akira turns around in surprise; he still has the same pleading doe eyes as Ren does and Yuuki doesn't quite like how the stirring of heat in his gut is from that facial expression he's making alone. "I thought that's what we were going to meet up for." He pauses. "You and Ren, I mean."
"But now that I know you're not Ren—"
"I mean," Akira says bashfully, "you can still fuck into this pussy. I know you want to, and honestly, this is the least I could do."
"What—"
"You can just imagine I'm her, minus the tits and everything though—"
"How did you—"
"A really expensive bodysuit. You really don't want to know how much; it'll make you cry. I chopped off my real tits like two years ago, but I still liked cross-playing so I decided to make the investment anyways. At least I don't have to tuck; League women wear such tight pants," he laughs a bit awkwardly. "And the hips were just padding; my real hips aren't that wide, thank god."
"Is that why you didn't take off your cosplay when you were—"
"Yes," Akira hastily cuts him off. "Yes, because it would just show that I'm a fraud."
"You were still really sexy."
"Thanks."
There's an awkward pause.
"Do… Do you still want to fuck me?" Akira asks, rocking his heels back and forth. "You did come all this way…"
Yuuki hates how enticing Akira is, even as a man, for his mind cannot stop envisioning what it'd feel to finally rut into a body and not a hand, and fine, fuck it right? Pussy is pussy regardless of who it's from.
"Sure."
Akira says nothing as he enters the hotel, Yuuki almost hiding away and hunching behind him. It's not his fault okay! It's his first time in a place like this, but clearly Akira's had some experiences here or there given how quickly he had booked a room and how the check-in staff seem to already know him.
"With your boyfriend again, Ren-chan?" one of them simpers to Akira, and Yuuki turns his face away in embarrassment.
Seems like he wasn't the only one who had gotten caught by Ren's wily words and insane body, and Yuuki couldn't help both pitying and envying the other poor man.
"Don't bully him," Akira answers back with a coo, his voice the same cadence as the one he had used online for Ren. "He's shy."
"Have fun dear," the check-in receptionist calls out as Akira drags him to the elevator, and soon enough into their room.
It's spacious, and Yuuki barely has time to react to the whole place before Akira launches himself at him and tackles him onto the bed with a searing rough kiss—oh my god, Akira had taken his first kiss too—straddling him with his thighs and hips.
It almost knocked the wind out of him as Akira keeps pushing inside with his tongue, nearly almost dominating his mouth as he tugs Yuuki closer, tighter with his arms wrapped around his neck, until finally, they break apart for air.
"Maybe," Akira says breathless, "maybe I should've dressed up if I knew you were this cute underneath me. Don't worry handsome," he winks. "You can lie back and relax while I do all the work."
In his dreams, Yuuki's always the one dominating, Yuuki's always the one on top, but as Akira slowly unbuttons his shirt, lavishing chaste kisses all over his chest, before taking off his own sweater—fuck, Ren's waist was not all just for show, for Akira's looks just as small—and tossing both articles of clothing onto the floor, he finds that in fact, fuck his dreams, he wants Akira to absolutely ruin him.
"How badly do you want me, Yuuki?" Akira murmurs into his ear using Ren's voice, and he feels himself burning a bright red. "I can feel your cock hardening underneath me. I can feel myself becoming so wet, dripping even, just for you. You want to see this pussy, right?" and Yuuki feels himself nodding, groaning as Akira gyrates his hips around his clothed cock, "want to feel me inside?"
"Fuck—"
"Shhh," Akira soothes, hands expertly unbuttoning his own jeans before throwing them off the bed too, exposing perfect thighs and a pair of grey boxers, before those get taken off too and thrown somewhere inconsequential.
He goes back to straddling Yuuki, but not before leaning back and forcing Yuuki's head to look down and oh my god, it's an actual pussy, Akira's fingers spreading his lips apart to show Yuuki just how wet he's been since this afternoon.
"Am I the prettiest you've ever seen?" Akira's voice is like a hypnosis, and he can't help but whimper a quiet 'yes' that he's not sure Akira's even heard.
"I'm so happy to hear that, Yuuki-chan! Let me reward you for such a good job," he purrs, shifting his whole body back as he unzips Yuuki's jeans and pulls his cock out from beneath his briefs.
Finally, finally, finally, he can have his virginity taken away! Are these the best circumstances in which he could be having sex? Fuck no, but again as he's been convincing himself over and over again, pussy is pussy!
He almost ruts into Akira's hand, who tuts in slight disappointment, before he moves to sit on his knees to better align himself with the head of Yuuki's cock, and—
There are good feelings, like winning a League game, and there are great feelings, like having a pretty girl wave at you from across the classroom, and there are the best feelings, like Akira's pussy clenching around him and milking him for all he's worth, like watching Akira slowly move up and down as his back is arched, like hearing Akira's labored breathing and quiet moans that are being made because of Yuuki and not some other man.
Yuuki doesn't think he'll ever feel a pussy as perfect as Akira's ever again, so tight, so warm, so smooth, so, so, so very perfect.
…Which is why he feels himself shriveling up in absolutely horror and embarrassment the moment he finds his balls giving way and him releasing in approximately eight, yes, eight, seconds.
Even Akira is stunned, stopping suddenly even though he's still only halfway on Yuuki's cock, before pulling himself off with a grimace and letting Yuuki see the cum drip out of him.
Normally, that'd be even more cause for horniness and maybe another round—seeing the person he's just fucked so throroughtly marked—but all he is is completely mortified given how short he's lasted.
Eight seconds.
Eight fucking seconds.
"So was that everything you've ever dreamed of and more?" Akira asks weakly, as he tries to not even subtly dig the cum out of his cunt.
Yuuki elects to say nothing; he's embarrassed himself enough for one night.
"Look Mishima," Akira starts to say, "I'm sure you're a great guy—fuck, I didn't mean it like that." He pauses. "What I mean is… what I mean is is that I'm sure you don't want me like this," he gestures to the room before grimacing. "Sorry, I'm making it really awkward. It was all Shiho's fault—"
"Shiho?" Yuuki interrupts.
"Yeah," Akira sighs. "Ann—Shiho's girlfriend—is like one of my best friends, and the only time she ever plays League is when Shiho begs her to. They're that Rakan and Xayah main that bullied you the first night we met, remember?"
Yuuki's mood sours some more. Yes, he does remember that, thank you very much. Perhaps only his second worse performance of all time after tonight.
"Panther and…"
"Yeah, Panther is Ann. And XXX underscore Mega underscore Edge underscore Gamer underscore XXX is Shiho's alt. Shiho was the one who noticed your Aphelios skin actually, and told me that you definitely spend money on this game. Honestly, it was just to see if you were willing to buy me just one skin and maybe some Nitro. Everything was pretty coordinated—Ann taught me how to be sexy, Shiho told me what to say, and well, e-sex online I used to do with my ex all the time—but neither of us were expecting you to pay me like, a hundred thousand yen off the bat for some cosplay photos, and monthly too."
"I know Shiho."
"Oh… Yeah, that's right," familiarity dawns on Akira's expression. "The E-sports club. I forgot you're president and she's VP. Guess I'll apologize to her tomorrow for exposing her gamer rage account that she only ever plays with Ann. Anyways," he gets off the bed to pick up his clothes to hastily put back on. "I'm… going to go…" he gives Yuuki an awkward smile. "Take care."
"I will."
It's hollow even to his own ears, and he feels himself fall deeper down this hole of misery as he it fully sinks in that he had only lasted eight seconds, that his first time was in a fucking love hotel with a guy of all things, and that said guy also goes to his fucking university so avoiding him would be like trying to get anywhere without taking the metro: impossible.
Yuuki can't ever win, can he?
And he especially can't win because the next time he sees Akira on campus three months later, it's in the arms of some brown-haired man whom he recognizes as CR0W, his rival E-sports club president at another university who had directly beaten them last year at collegiate.
It truly seems that regardless of man or woman, Mishima Yuuki is going to die alone.