“Caviar! Tuna Mayo,” Inumaki said in irritation, as he wanted you to do something about losing in the game. Communicating with Inumaki was a struggle, but it didn’t stop your friendship. You’ve gotten used to his phrases. You both sat on a futon bed for comfort. You were both so close to completing the final boss, but Inumaki died from handling a controller with his one arm. His violet eyes turned away from the light of the screen as the fan behind you blew. Instead of throwing the controller, he placed it down in defeat.

“Tuna Tuna,” Inumaki remarked, trying to bring your attention to him. Inumaki did have feelings for you. Usually, he wore his uniform, but due to the setting of his dorm, he wore a plastic headband, shorts, and a white shirt. His look reminded you of when you were both first years and the endless nights trolling or trying to nail down how he communicates, which brought you closer as you were dedicated, which blossomed something within his heart, love spilling out from his body and not within his voice.

His hand roamed on your knee. When he finally caught your attention, he was trying to flirt but his advances were failing.“Salmon, Spicy Cod Roe,” Inumaki said as he praised how much you both lasted, and said something motivated. The sound of the fan was louder in his head as he was nervous, due to his cursed speech he couldn’t talk like anybody else.

You both sat there looking at each other. “Salmon Salmon Salmon,” he tried to use for affirmation. Inumaki got closer, he let himself slip as he kissed you lightly on the cheek, a soft sigh and groan came out his lips. he contemplated if he should say what he wanted. as if careful to curse you or himself. Inumaki’s hand caressing your cheek, his violet eyes endearing. Pulling you ontop him, his gaze shifted between your eyes and lips. His heart pounded loudly, but it didn’t matter—it was just you and him. To his surprise, you didn’t reject his advances.