⊱ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⊰

You slammed the flyer down onto Gorou's table, right in front of him. He jumped in his seat, startled by your sudden actions, before glaring up at you as you stood on the other side of the table.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

You snickered, "I've got a competition for us. Whoever gets one of the lead roles wins."

Hearing your words, he looked down to the paper and examined it. He shivered at the idea of doing a drama class, but he would not give in to you. Even if his luck ran out and he got stuck with Miss Yae...

He gazed back at you, "Deal."

You held your hand out and he reluctantly took it, shaking it as a sign that the competition was on.

"Good. See ya in class," you smirked, as if you'd already won. His blood boiled at your cocky expression, and it showed through on his expression and with his tail stiffened up.

"And it's started," Kokomi sighed with a smile. "I wish you good luck, Gorou."

"Thanks..." He mumbled, forcing himself to calm down.

"It shouldn't be much of a problem to beat her, right? It can't be that hard," Teppei said.

"It will," Gorou groaned as he realized what he'd just gotten himself into. "Y/n's great at acting, I've seen it before."

"Then why did you agree!?" Teppei exclaimed, beginning to panic after hearing that news.

"Because then she would've automatically won! I have to try, at least..."

"Hey, as long as you do your best, I'm sure it'll be fine," Kokomi assured him, resting her hand on his shoulder. "You can beat her! Or at least make it a tie! Right?"

"A tie..." He disliked the thought, but it would be better than losing. And he was sure you'd get even more irritated by a tie, so at the very least, he'd be able to see you get pissed off anyway. "I guess that'd be fine."

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Gorou opened the door to his home and stepped in, dropping his bag by the entrance while he closed it. The scene he walked into wasn't an uncommon one, but it wasn't what he'd prefer to see.

"Again with this! He could've gotten seriously hurt, Shirou!"

"But he didn't!"

"It was still risky!" Hina scolded. "I'm not having this argument with you again. If you aren't going to learn to fix your behavior at school, then I'm taking you out and you'll be homeschooled for the rest of highschool. Got it?"

"But Mom-"

"Do you understand me, Shirou?"

"...Yes," he sighed.

She glanced to the door and saw her youngest son staring at their conflict. She put on a smile and acted like nothing happened, as usual.

"Gorou! How was your first day back?" She asked cheerfully.

"It was fine," he shrugged. "What did Shirou do?"

"Oh, he can tell you."

Shirou sent Hina a glare and looked to the floor, quietly responding, "Got into another fight..."

"On the first day?" Gorou asked, eyes widening. "I didn't hear about that."

"It wasn't some big thing this time," Shirou grumbled. "Some guy was making fun of me, so I beat him up."

"You need to learn restraint," Hina huffed.

"And of course, Mom thinks the other guy did nothing wrong," Shirou snapped before stomping up the stairs and slamming the door to his bedroom, making sure everyone could hear.

"He's so dramatic..." Hina whispered. "Anyway, what did you do today? Did you choose an elective?"

"I'm taking drama," Gorou said, sitting on the couch and letting out a lengthy exhale. "For a competition with Y/n."

"Ah, young love," she giggled.

"Mom...!" He whined. "It's not love, she has a boyfriend! Plus, she's so annoying! She's always trying to upstage me and every time I beat her, she just insults me! Such a sore loser."

Hina laughed again, "She seems nice to me. She's always been a very kind girl."

"That's because she's always nice to you. She's a nightmare to me!"

"I'm sure she thinks the same of you," Hina stated with a smile.

"I hope she does, if that means I agitate her," he mumbled.

Hina walked over and kissed the top of his head, "I'm sure you'll win your little competition this time. What's the challenge, anyway?"

"Whoever gets a lead role in the play wins," he answered.

"Oh? Hasn't Y/n always been into acting?" Hina queried.

"Yes..."

"I'm... sure you can win, honey."

"Well that sounded reassuring... I'm gonna go check on Shirou."

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"Mom, I'm home!"

"Hm," M/n hummed, clearly unamused. "How did your first day go?"

"It went good..." you said. "I'm taking a drama class."

M/n suddenly walked out of the kitchen, into view, "Drama? Really, Y/n, I thought I told you not to go around doing useless things like that. You should've picked something that'll actually help you in life."

"Well, it'll give me an extra credit for Language Arts," you hesitantly replied.

"And why would you need extra credits for that? Surely you don't plan on failing."

"Of course not," you hastily denied. "I'm just saying, it wouldn't hurt, right...?"

She rolled her eyes and went back to cooking while speaking loud enough for you to hear, "It's not necessary. And you're gonna get all that talent nonsense back in your head again. You remember what I said, right? A career-"

"A career in singing isn't reliable, I know, Mom," you interrupted with a sigh. "I won't try any of that again, I promise."

"Good girl."

You went up to your room and closed the door, throwing your backpack on your bed and sitting at your desk. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through your contacts, wondering who to call so you could rant about your dumb mother. Your eyes lingered on Scaramouche's contact before you moved on. You decided and put the phone on speaker while it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Thoma," you sighed.

"Hey! What's up? You sound upset," he said.

"My mom being a bitch again," you responded, tapping your fingers on your desk rhythmically. "'A career in singing isn't reliable, Y/n. You should be a businesswoman, Y/n. You should get married to a handsome rich man, Y/n.' She needs to chill."

Thoma laughed at your impression of your mom, "So you told her about the drama class?"

"Yep. Of course, she hates it. But she won't do anything about it unless my grades drop."

"The offer for me to punch her in the face is still up, y'know."

"That would get you kicked out of my house forever," you chuckled. "But thank you, you're very sweet."

"You're welcome, m'lady," he replied.

"You are such a simp."

"Do you even know what that word means?"

"Okay, maybe that wasn't the best one to use. But what term would you use?" You asked.

"I prefer 'flirtatious devil'."

"Thoma, you're an angel. Stop trying to be a bad boy just because Ayaka dated one."

"That wasn't what I was going for, but fair enough."

"Sure it wasn't, Thoma. Sure it wasn't."