What if Sena met Hiruma first?
“Blackjack,” The young boy, barely at the legal age of eighteen, placed down two cards onto the table, mesmerizing the spectators. As the players sighed from losing once again for what seemed to be the hundredth time. The young boy’s brown eyes trailed along the coins that the dealer reluctantly placed on his stack. Kobayakawa Sena. “Fuck, no way he can get three blackjacks in a row! He’s cheating!” accused one of the spectators, but Sena’s expression stayed the same. “Kekeke, fucking idiot, accuse all you want, but he always knows what cards you have.” A blonde interrupted from the back of the make-shift casino where he leaned back on his chair and counted the money that Sena had won. “During the time that the other players choose if they want to take another card from the stack, he knows what cards are left, like me, and get a blackjack.” The gum that Sena had chewed popped, shattering the silence between the players. Once again, everyone single one of them was dealt with two hands.
