What was originally Hyugo's brilliant idea turned into a full-blown plan to skip the rest of the day—neither was going to study, so they might as well have fun. And, of course, Sol insisted you come with them.

That's how you ended up in a rundown arcade on the other side of the city. It smelled like shit but it was cheap, empty, and nobody cared to stop them from cheating. But was it really cheating if all the games were rigged?

Hyugo, positioned between the wall and the claw machine, tilted the frame forward to help Sol land the plushie he'd caught. They'd lost about seven tokens to the stupid thing, but Sol wasn't ready to give up (an odd amount of determination for someone so reserved).

"Almost got it," Sol whispered, mostly to himself. He had the same look in his eyes as when he focused on a sketch for too long—eyes thinned and brows furrowed.

"Take your time. It's not like I'm breaking my back holding this piece of junk," Hyugo complained, even though it was his bright idea. "A little help would be nice," He sighed, not so subtly side-eyeing you.

"You're fine, leave them out of it," Sol grumbled, trying not to be too obvious in his favouritism.

Hyugo saw right through him, "Loverboy to the rescue." He rolled his eyes, readjusting his grip on the machine before accidentally sending it toppling. You should dodge. Now.