[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDMBIWAj2j4]Sato Hashimoto // GAME-OVER Arcade[/url][/h3]	Sato cringed to the seventh degree when he noticed Mako sidling up to him. Not because [i]he[/i] was approaching, but because he was [i]approaching[/i]. Despite the seemingly unfazed smile, Sato could still see the blush on Mako's face. It was a bit comforting to see that his [s]Freudian slip[/s] mess-up was embarrassing to them both. Even Mako's voice was a little shaky. And his shaky voice made Sato's body shaky when Mako suggested that their little outing was a [i]date[/i].

	For some reason, his first instinct was to laugh. And then it was to hide his face with his hand. Sato tried to say something, but his vocal cords failed to produce a sound. The only voice of his that he heard was the one in his head, screaming at him to calm down. He decided to not do that, and instead took a clumsy step away from Mako, backing into a Street Fighter cabinet. The situation was fairly trivial-- anyone else would've probably just laughed it off real awkwardly, but Sato didn't do anything but hide his face like some schoolgirl. It felt like... he was digging in the dirt with a shovel and accidentally hit something, but it was a pipe that started to leak a suffocating black smoke from the hole he made in it. As abstract the metaphor was, Sato had to remind himself yet again that he could breath. The question of what these feelings were sprung into his head again, but Sato realized that he had already known the answer. He'd just chosen to ignore it on the hopes of remaining 'normal'. Looking up from behind his fingers, Sato glanced at Mako again, and like it was a cue Mako continued on to explain himself.

	Sato took a deep breath as he listened to what Mako said, standing back up straight once Mako suggested to 'worry about other stuff later'. That was probably for the best, leaving that for when they were in more private circumstances. He'd already acted like a drama queen in front of Mako, a fact that was almost as embarrassing  as what he was worrying about in the first place, so it'd be best to try to save face while he still could, but... It reminded him of what his shadow said. About trying to act like something he wasn't or whatever. He took a deep breath and reminded himself not to be upset over breaking some kind of (for lack of better word) persona.

	"Um, I..." Sato managed, still unable to look Mako in the eyes now that he realized the true nature of his own feelings and their relationship. Instead, his eyes wandered over to what was essentially the rest of the arcade. He barely recognized any of the games that filled the room, seeing as he rarely indulged in playing videogames. There was, however, one game that he distinctly remembered playing.

	Sato grabbed Mako's wrist and lead him to the back of the arcade where a familiar bunch of games stood. At the top of the calm blue cabinets was the logo of 'Persona 4: Ultimax Ultra Suplex Hold'. It was several months back that he'd went to the arcade, and played a few rounds of P4U. He got demolished, of course, but it was kinda interesting. It was actually the first time he had met Rui and a few of the others, funnily enough.

	He pointed to the title of the game and looked at Mako with a weird mixture of determination and nervousness. "Have you ever played this one? If so, c-could you teach me how to play it?"