>>5788660>>5788671>>5788690>>5788702>>5788719>>5788722>>5788810>>5788939>>5788940>>5788945>>5788947>>5788995>>5789028“How about we just split the difference and play Ninja Tag? It’ll be fun and we can eat together after.”
Nobody seems very enthused about your idea, everyone milling around not wanting to be the person to tell you no. Except Daigo, who is sneering at you with malice while he readies a put down. Katsuro cuts him off before he can do it and is the one who breaks the ice.
“Oh man, what are we kids? That game’s for-” He seems to pause, remembering something, and then smiles at you serenely. “Actually, we are kids, I love ninja tag. And none of you other losers have a choice, it’s what we’re doing. Junpei is it though, it’s the price he pays for not doing anything interesting all day!”
All the other students seem unenthused at first, but eventually start getting taken in by Katsuro’s force of personality, discussing strategy with each other as they jog off excitedly. Katsuro slaps you on the back “Don’t worry, man, I’ve got you. And I’ll show you how it’s done!”
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Katsuro isn’t able to show you how it’s done because Junpei is an utter fucking terminator. At first you don’t even know where he is, scanning the streets from a concealed position behind a dumpster with Katsuro. He begins to mumble about how Junpei probably went home after all like a dickhead when two rocks bruise the sides of your necks simultaneously from the shadows of a nearby rooftop.
“Dead.” Junpei announces, still completely invisible and now from a significantly different location than where the rocks came from.
The two of you wander dejectedly to a small gathering area and sulk. You hear more announcements of “Dead.” come every couple of minutes, Masami, Daigo, and Yuna eventually joining you in order of how fast they were killed. It takes less than 12 minutes and there’s not a single person who actually did good. Junpei casually joins you eventually, materializing in your group out of nowhere with the same blank look on his face he’s always wearing.
“Junpei, what the hell, how did you do that?!” Katsuro screeches at him childishly.
Junpei just shrugs noncommittally.
