Mask/Off

The pat on his head definitely didn't help his embarrassed state, but he just grumbled quietly like a brat when Kozue did that. He bet that she wouldn't be the last person ever to take advantage of his uneasiness around girls.

"Well, I'd say that this one is different... not so much loading, and rage quitting isn't even much of an issue normally. Each sides can have up to 50 people after all, even more in certain map... and uh... I guess I won't interest you regardless, so I'll just shut up," Yasu smiled wryly, realizing that he probably talked a bit too much.

Taking a sigh, he was about to pay for his meals when Kozue already put some money on the table.

"No, wait, I'll pay for mine," he'd say, placing his share of payment on the table. "Even if I'm just a janitor, at least I can afford this, heh," he smirked.

He knew when he was droning on, at least. That was always a welcome quality in a man. And people in general, really. "Wise man."

She pulled her money back and pocketed it, tucking it into her billfold. If he wanted to be the gentleman, she wouldn't stand in his way. She could always use a little extra weight in her pants. "Much appreciated, Yasu the Mild-Mannered Janitor." She scooted out of the seat and stood up, looking him over for a moment as she stretched, thinking, deciding. She came to a decision soon enough, and took out her phone. "Hey, we should do this again, sometime, I'm thinking. Give you my number?"

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"Oh, shush," he brushed off her teasing and stood up.

Kozue asking for his number made him blinked once. Normally, it's him who supposed to ask for her number right? Ah what the hell.

"Sure," he nodded and took out his phone before telling her his number. "Well, I'll see you around, then," he said afterwards, waving her good bye.

Once they had parted ways, Yasu walked back towards the AFW building. He went to the janitors' lockers and took out the bag he stuffed earlier. He sighed and smiled. It's been a great night. Good match aside, he somehow managed to find himself a new friend. Carrying the bag with him, he went towards the station to take a train back to his place.

That was a little surprising. Typically, the chances of Kozue royally fucking things up was directly proportional to the amount of time spent around the opposite sex, multiplied by the number of alcoholic drinks she'd consumed. That last one wasn't a factor this time, but still, it had gone pretty well.

Kozue stepped out a little while after the 'waste management specialist' left, inhaling the crisp night air as the stars starting popping up. More and more, Japan was feeling like her home. A good place to spend the rest of her life, good people to spend it with. Sure, she didn't have much of a choice in the matter - it was either stay here or spend the rest of her life running. But as prison's went, this one wasn't so bad.

"You might just make it after all..." With a soft sigh, she strolled off into the night, humming the Mary Tyler Moore theme all the way.