I Don't Think That's In Rock Paper Scissors?

Kikidori and Ere'ana walked into their first-period class, chatting as they always did. The room was already filled with the usual noise—people gossiping, the hum of conversations bouncing off the walls. They walked past rows of desks, dodging backpacks and students' elbows until they reached their seats.

Kikidori sat down in his usual spot, the one by the window, while Ere'ana plopped herself into the chair next to him with the ease of someone who had been doing this for years. They didn't even have to ask anymore; their seating arrangements were always the same, and no one ever questioned it.

"Alright," Ere'ana said with a mischievous grin, "Rock, paper, scissors. Best of three."

Kikidori leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms out. "Fine, but you're going down this time. No way you're winning again."

Ere'ana smirked. "We'll see about that."

They held their hands out in front of them, preparing for the first round. As they counted to three, the rest of the class was still buzzing with idle chatter, totally unaware of what was coming.

"Rock, paper, scissors!" they both shouted in unison.

Kikidori instantly went for rock, his fist raised confidently.

Ere'ana, however, did something entirely different. Instead of the usual paper, rock, or scissors, she extended her fingers into a "peace" sign, stuck her tongue out, and made a deliberate obscene gesture.

Kikidori groaned, sinking his face into his hand. "God, seriously?"

Ere'ana was already laughing, her shoulders shaking with amusement. "What? It's a bold move."

"That's not even the game," he said, still facepalming in embarrassment.

"Oh, it is now," she said with a wink. "Guess I win the first round, huh?"

Kikidori gave her an incredulous look, shaking his head. "You're disgusting, you know that, right?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, you're the one who agreed to play. You knew what you were getting into."

Before Kikidori could respond, the classroom door swung open, and their teacher, Mr. Takeda, entered with his usual expression of mild disdain for everything going on around him. The room immediately fell silent as he began placing his things on the desk.

"Alright, alright," Mr. Takeda grumbled, adjusting his glasses. "I'm sure you all were busy with your… important life decisions, but now we have work to do."

Kikidori glanced at Ere'ana, rolling his eyes as she stifled a laugh.

"Today," Mr. Takeda continued, "we're going to be covering some material you probably should've learned last semester, but don't worry, I'm a generous teacher. I'll give you all the time you need. The test on this will be next Friday."

The entire class groaned in unison.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Mr. Takeda said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "But it's not as bad as you're making it out to be. I'm sure you'll all do fine—just as long as you're not busy making weird hand gestures during class."

Kikidori shot Ere'ana a sideways glance, trying to keep a straight face.

She just shrugged innocently, though her grin made it clear she was far from innocent.

"Alright, enough," Mr. Takeda said, clearly annoyed but also used to the antics of his students by now. "We're starting the lesson. Take out your notebooks."

Kikidori reluctantly pulled out his notebook and opened it to a blank page. Ere'ana leaned over, nudging him with her elbow.

"Don't worry, Kiki," she whispered, grinning. "You'll ace the test, right after you recover from the trauma of my peace sign."

Kikidori groaned again, muttering under his breath. "You are going to be the death of me."

"That's the goal," Ere'ana replied, still looking far too proud of herself.

And so, as the class began, Kikidori resigned himself to the fact that his life would never be normal—not with Ere'ana around.