Hana was still standing there— Serious. Very serious. Unbelievably serious. Cold wind dramatically blowing between them.
This round will decide everything.
It will be the last.
"Rock… paper… scissors!"
Hana: Rock.
Seorin: Rock.
Silence.
"ಠ_ಠ… Again," I muttered.
"Rock… paper… scissors!"
Hana: Scissors.
Seorin: Scissors.
My eye twitched.
"ಠ_ಠ… A-again."
"Rock… paper… scissors!"
Hana: Paper.
Seorin: Paper.
"ಠ_ಠ… Again."
Snow drifted down.
The fog thickened.
Somewhere in the distance, something large moved beneath the white silence of Snowfall Mountain/White graves, then stopped.
Because apparently somehow… even monsters are going to want to watch this nonsense.
Ten rounds later.
Nothing changed.
Same hands.
Same timing.
Same ridiculous tension.
Same all!
My hands slowly rose to my face.
"I… I swesr… t-this…" I whispered shakily. "T-this is going to be the final rock–paper–scissors…"
Both of them threw rocks.
Hana: Rock.
Seorin: Rock.
