52 Vol 1. pt. 52 Patch 9.0: Preparing for the Tournamen (2/2)
If he's being totally honest with himself, he's actually cooler than he thought he was even if thinking that makes him feel like an egotistical ass.
Maybe he's just overthinking things? He isn't entirely sure, but he does know that just being his usual self thus far is what has made those two girls like him as much as they do.
”I hate when nobody else is online to distract me,” Fenrir groans.
Life sucks. Alright, maybe not really, but having to actually seriously think about all of this does suck.
Then he realizes something.
All those kids who bullied him when he was younger – he bets that they don't have a couple of cute girls waiting to date them.
A huge smile spreads across his lips.
”Take that, bastards. This loser is about to have two more girlfriends than any of you have… probably.”
Fenrir raises his hands up to the top of his head, ruffling up his hair in frustration.
This has gone back to sucking.
The beat of his heart races. It feels as if hundreds of butterflies are fluttering about in his stomach as his heart tries to pop out of his chest like some sort of old-school alien.
He believes his best option is to confess to them both at once. He knows that they like him, they know that he likes them, and he's pretty sure that they both like each other as more than friends at least a small bit. At least, with the way that Serra teases Cassiel at times, it's obvious that Serra likes her. He also figures that Cassiel wouldn't get so flustered and bashful around her when she does that if the feeling wasn't mutual.
Is he really going to do this? Confess to two girls at once?
He doesn't know whether to be full of self-doubt or be proud of himself.
In the end, he knows what he has to do.
He has to man up and confess.
”Alright, you can do this,” he says to himself, forming his hands into confident fists.
…
”But how do I do it?”
And he's back to square one.
No, screw that.
He climbs down the mast and heads below deck to sleep on the floor. A few more hammocks have been set up, but they're all taken.
”Ready to wake, Saya,” Fenrir whispers.
”Aye aye, Onii-chan!” Saya says.
Ryouta looks up at his ceiling fan.
He waits until he can move properly before getting out of bed, walking over to his computer, and sending a message to Serra and Cassiel over Fiscord telling them to meet him in-game later at a specific time.
The urge to delete the messages before they see them is extremely strong. He has to grab his right hand with his left to prevent it from reaching forward to delete the messages.
He hurries back over to bed, lies down, and immerses himself back into the game.
”That was a short break, Onii-chan,” Saya teases.
”I know. I need to go fishing to take my mind off of what I've done,” Fenrir says. They're sitting in the usual café.
”Oh no, you manned up! That must have been very hard for you to do, Onii-chan. I'm so proud of you.”
”If you're going to sass me then at least do it while I'm fishing.”
Saya giggles before letting him immerse back into the game.
Confess to Serra and Cassiel? Status pending.