<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ryuu started laughing as he saw the video. <br/><br/>"See? I knew there was a reason I made fun of you for playing him." He smirked, and proceeded to win again, Zelda (the first girl he had ever had a crush on) sending Richter sailing off the map to the chorus of the crowd chanting her name. Then it was time for dinner, where his good mood from the win and even having his friend over evaporated under his father's disapproving stare as they ate. <br/><br/>He shook his head ever so slightly as Ito looked at him, at a loss for what he should do himself. It didn't matter whether he took the extra helping or not; in his father's mind, it was fine either way. In his mother's, he was too skinny and needed to be fed until he was nearly as plump as Ryuu. Ryuu's appetite for the second helping had dried up anyway.<br/><br/>"Yeah. Let's go study." He said, and led the way back to his room, feeling his father's eyes on him the entire time he was within his view. How embarrassing, to be chastised at the table like that in front of Ito, who could do no wrong in their eyes. <br/><br/>"Do you actually want to study?" He asked once they were safely back in his room with the door shut. "Or should we go another few rounds in Smash?" It was nice to win at something, since he didn't win at popularity contests at school, or feel like he won much of anything at home either. </span>