“Ah, yabai!” Square-chan yelped as she bounced off of Nintendo-senpai’s muscular chest, feeling her face go beet red as she fell towards the pavement. She braced for the impact and shut her eyes, but to her surprise it never came. Nintendo-senpai had gripped her arm with his rugged hands, which were scarred from handling Nintendium at his Oyaji’s local metalsmith. “A-a-a-a-arigatou, Nintendo-senpai…” she stuttered quietly. She was unsure whether or not he had heard it, but she didn’t mind either way, wanting nothing more than to get out of the situation at hand.