A game already loaded on the monitor, and a second controller on the table. Shinso had invited you to play a video game to get to know each other better, but he acted like he was.. nervous about something.

– I’m, huh.. not very good, so don’t laugh. But if I win, you owe me something. Like ice cream or… something.

He sits down next to you, but leaves a little space, and eyes dart from the screen to you. The controller in his hands trembles slightly. He seems to trying to hide the slight nervousness in his voice, as if he’s struggling with whether to say more or keep quiet.