[h2]Mako Moritomi//Game Over Arcade[/h2]
[h3]Saturday, July 4, 2015[/h3]

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Mako had to remind himself to continue to breathe- and his heart to continue to beat, for that matter- as he watched Sato approach the arcade. Thankfully, the upperclassman seemed just as nervous about this get-together as he did. Hopefully it was for much the same reasons as Mako himself was nervous. That would take much of the tribulation out of this... whatever it ended up being. He smiled warmly as Sato walked up and greeted him, trying for both of their benefits to seem as at ease as possible.

[color=0076a3][i]God, he's cute,[/i][/color] he thought freely, which was a pleasant turn of events from trying to squash down such thoughts and emotions. 

"Hi, Mako." Sato lead with, waving weakly. "It's, um. Good to see you again."

[color=0076a3]"Yeah... yeah, it's good to see you again, too. Thanks for coming to hang out with me,"[/color] said Mako, trying to force a bit more confidence into his speech. Shockingly, it was working, at least a little. He could do this. He could get through this.

There was a long, awkward silence as the two of them apparently wrestled with their inner turmoil (he couldn't speak for Sato, but judging by his expression, it wouldn't be unheard of), until Sato finally started to speak again.

"You're hot out," his senpai blurted out. Apparently without thinking. Mako felt his face turn a magnificent shade of crimson while his brain tried to unfuse from hearing what he'd just heard. Sato must have noticed this, and started blushing fiercely himself.

"W-wait, I mean the weather, the weather's hot! Not that you aren't hot, I mean--"

[color=0076a3][i]What is happening--[/i][/color]

"I'm going inside!" Sato practically shouted, pushing past Mako and into the arcade. Mako let him, his mind still trying to process what had just occurred. When he finally did come back to coherence, his blush deepened as he pondered the implications of what his senpai had said.

[color=0076a3][i]Uhh... huh. I guess...[/i][/color] Don't say it. Don't even think it-- [color=0076a3][i]Senpai noticed me...?[/i][/color] God [i]FUCKING[/i] dammit. Still, as awkward as all of this was, at least it answered some lingering questions Mako had been pondering. It seemed that Sato was at least somewhat attracted to him, which made this whole thing a lot more manageable. Now all that was left was to not fuck anything up. High bar to clear, but Mako was nothing if not ambitious. Taking a deep breath, Mako did an about face into the arcade, eyes searching for Sato. Thankfully, he hadn't run too far in, pointedly examining some arcade cabinets. Mako walked over, his smile now seeming just slightly more confident.

[color=0076a3]"Well, at least you ran in here, rather than away,"[/color] Mako said, sidling up to his senpai's side, still unable to completely eliminate the nervous tremor in his voice. [color=0076a3]"Might put a damper on this... date,"[/color] he forced out, [color=0076a3]"if you had."[/color]

Another pause. Mako did what he did best and muscled on through it.

[color=0076a3]"It's okay if you're nervous. I am, too. I've never done this before- not with anyone, least of all... well. I must have had to convince myself not to run a dozen times before you showed up. But I didn't, so here we are, so... let's just try and have fun. Okay? We can worry about other stuff later. Does that sound good... to you?"[/color]