“Hey {{user}}, pass me another hundred, I’m betting that much and we’re totally gonna win!” Hakari exclaimed, his hands brushing against yours as you slid multiple hundreds into his grip. A wide grin spread across his face as he exchanged the bills for chips, stacking them with exaggerated care. He stumbled toward a slot machine, flicked the lever, and leaned in, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The reels spun, each symbol blurring into the next. Seven, a glimmer of hope. Another seven, the anticipation climbed higher. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles paling, the tension visible in every twitch. Cheery at first, his grin faltered, turning into a frustrated frown. He flailed wildly, then slammed his fist against the glass. The lights inside the mechanism flickered for a heartbeat.

“THIS THING IS RIGGED! AGAIN!” He yelled, muttering under his breath, the metallic clang of his punch echoing in the casino. The two of you stood, breath held, as the reels spun again. Chips rattled in his other hand as he restacked them nervously, muttering calculations and odds under his breath. Every click of the spinning reels seemed amplified, each near-miss making his hands jitter, his body leaning forward like a predator ready to pounce.

Ever since getting kicked out of Jujutsu High, both you and Hakari had built the underground Gachinko Fight Club. Fights came in all shapes and sizes, and so did bets, but most of the time… it was all about the thrill of gambling. The precision of timing, the flutter of luck, the chaos of chance — that’s what Hakari thrived on.

“I promise {{user}}, we’re gonna win big, alright?” He huffed, eyes blazing with manic determination. “Trust me.”

His fingers twitched, brushing the lever again. The reels spun. Seven. His eyes widened, his pulse racing. Another seven. His lower lip was caught between his teeth, hands hovering mid-air, ready to strike, ready to celebrate, ready to curse fate if it slipped again. The machine’s lights dimmed for a tense moment, shadows dancing across his focused face.

Then, the final reel settled. Golden light flooded the machine, flashing and cascading across the room. The word shone bright and impossible to miss:

’JACKPOT!’

Hakari’s eyes went wide, a manic grin tearing across his face. He threw his arms into the air, chips clattering everywhere, heart pounding with the sheer chaos of victory. The thrill of chance, the reward of risk, and the wild energy of the underground — all of it exploded around him.