“Aand another one! Open wide, Yui!”
“Bamboo shots... mmm. Can feel myself... falling.”
With every Bash Bros. loss, Yui had a bamboo shoot shaped biscuit shoved down her throat.
It started out as a threeway, only to quickly devolve into a pitiful one sided beatdown. By the end, Yui had fully succumbed to the bamboo shot.
Mina eventually fell asleep, so they decided to call it a night.
They left Mina at home and went down the now dark alleys over to the nearest bus stop. Even as they waited at the empty bus stop, Yui still couldn’t stop complaining.
“I have to say though, all my losses came right down to the wire.”
“How have you not gotten any better after all this time?”
“As if you’re one to talk, spectator.” Yui was feeling awfully combative.
“Quit fighting you two.” Rio swiftly interjected from the side.
“Fighting? We’re not fighting. Only opponents of equal skill can ‘fight.’”
“Yeah, Yui still has a long way to go.”
“That’s it. Put ’em up, fool.”
“I said quit it.” Rio intervened, getting in between the two.
Yui begrudgingly stepped back, but not before shooting Yuuki a parting glare.
“Pff.”
“Whatcha laughin’ at, big guy?”
“Just thinking about how you told Rio ‘fighting is bad’ the other day.”
“Again, I’m not fighting, I’m establishing dominance.”
Rio, watching from the side, abruptly took Yui’s hand, then Yuuki’s and put them together. “Be nice to each other, you two.”
“R-Rio?”
Rio held their hands together with her own. As Yui squirmed while making odd noises, the bus conveniently arrived.
“Those hands better stay held.” Rio released her grip, boarding the bus. She held her hand up as the door closed, a satisfied smile on her face.