"Just when I'm thinking about you, there you go surprising me, right here before my eyes."
It appears that he's holding something. He closed the unfolded object and stood up as if surprised.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned him out of confusion.
"What about you?" he flustered.
"I can't sleep. Just going to check my artworks."
"This?" He took out what he had opened earlier and showed it to me.
I ran and immediately grabbed my sketch pad. "Why is this on you?" surprised and annoyed I asked him.
I don't want to share my belongings without permission, especially personal belongings. My sketch pad is for my personal use of mine because, by drawing, I can bring out who I really am and how I feel. At its sheer cost, this serves as my visual diary. I sat opposite where he was sitting, and then he sat down, half smiling. I stared at him.
"I'm sorry. I'm wide awake, too. I was about to play piano, but everyone was sleeping and I'm not in the mood. I thought about visiting the art room instead. I was checking the cabinets when I accidentally saw a sketch pad and 'SECOND'S PROPERTY' was written on the cover. " He chuckled while pointing at the 'SECOND'S PROPERTY' label written on the cover of my sketch pad.
"Okay?" I blurted sarcastically while he was making fun of me. I scratched my head and opened my sketchpad. There was nothing that could be done about it. He already saw its contents.
"But I didn't expect you to come here. I was surprised when I saw you."
"You thought it was a ghost, huh?" I jested while flipping the pages.
"No"
"Because I saw you interfering with someone's belongings?"
"Probably, 10 %? But still no."
"Only 10 %? Not because I'm kind, you can tamper with my belongings." He shrugged and grinned.
"Because you're going to laugh at my drawings?" I interrogated him.
"No. I can't even draw, so why should I laugh at yours?"
"Then why were you surprised when you saw me?"
I looked at my drawings. It might not be the best sketch, but I feel relieved to be able to do so. In my peripheral vision, he brought his face closer to mine.
"Because when the very moment I went to this room, automatically, I started thinking of you. I only stayed here for a couple of minutes. While scanning your work, I saw you standing there, glaring at me. Just when I'm thinking about you ... there you go surprising me, right here before my eyes."
I was stunned. I lifted my head to see the person I was talking to. I stared at him because his eyes are captivating, associated with the words he uttered earlier. I blinked and moved away a bit as we were filled by the momentary silence.
"Stop it, will you?" I chuckled. "You are really weird." I just laughed even at the depth of what he was saying, but he didn't say a word. "Are you okay?"
He blinked. "U-Um," He nodded and immediately avoided my gaze.
"I wouldn't scold you if you just told me." I looked back at my sketchpad.
He sighed. "My bad."
"Okay, I'm not angry anymore, you've seen it anyway."
"Well, I think... Me, eavesdropping on your artworks, will be your payment." I looked at him because of what he said.
I frowned, "My payment for what?" and I even pointed at myself in astonishment. Did I owe him something? A favor? Money?
"You slept on my lap"
"H-huh?" Of course, I almost forgot that embarrassment. Geez. "Was it Fourth or Aeith?" I need to identify who let me lie on his lap.
"I was the one who caught you when you fell."
"Eh?"
"I couldn't help it. I put your head on my lap, when I was about to stand and transfer you to Fourth's you started sleep talking."
"Me?" I have no recollection of myself sleep-talking.
"It actually happened," And he nodded to make me believe it really happened.
I'm even more ashamed of myself now. "What did I say?"
"You said, 'don't' in a pleading tone. I saw your grimaced face like you're in pain."
"P-Pleading, grimace…" I could not believe what he said. Why would I say that? I must be dreaming or having a nightmare when that happened.
"Hahaha!" And now he's laughing at me. I don't sometimes understand First. Often, he's serious but also loves to tease me.
"What's so funny?" I rolled my eyes.
"Your reaction, just now... It's priceless. Haha!"
"All right, just tease me. If that's what makes you happy."
He tried to keep quiet and get serious because I'm sulking.
"Okay, I'm sorry for that."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"For what?" His face frowned.
"I made it hard for you yesterday not to leave. You were still heavy when you lifted me. You're already bored because I've been awake for so long. Your thigh is still numb from the weight of my head, then-"
I never ended up apologizing to him for the embarrassment I had caused. "For you, I'll do anything, if it's you," he stopped me from saying more and gave me another serious but assuring face.
"Even though. Thanks anyway," I then smiled at him.
He also smiled and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "So, now, what's our agenda?"
"We don't have a meeting." I closed the sketch pad and laid it on the table.
"What about a topic to talk about?"
"Hmm..." I am thinking about a good topic, but I thought of something sensible to talk about. We're really getting closer to each other as the days pass by. This is normal since he's the one I know the most aside from being my classmate on Earth.
"Ah! About the game." This is a good opportunity to review and analyze the game we've had.
"Okay, what about it?"
"How did you guys win when the gold team has a higher chance of winning?"
"Simple," he answered confidently.
"How?"
"The extraordinary sports also have extraordinary scoring. The number of points scored is not based on how many times the ball has been shot, but on which part of the human body will be affected more delicately. If Author is clever, I am mischievous. I purposely let our team lose from rounds 1 to 4, where human organs that are supposed to be affected are not that lethal. In round 5, I aimed to shoot the ball for the last 15 seconds, where the heart is the targeted organ and it is one of the most delicate parts of the human body. The gold team's two members were affected in their brains and heart. The scoring aimed for what team could handle the physical pain and what team could decode the secret technique behind the game."