As we grew, the game matured along with us. Rock–paper–scissors shed its role as mere tie-breaker and became a shorthand for stakes larger than candy or playground territory. We used it to determine whose house we’d meet at to work on science projects, to decide who would call first after a fight, to settle bets about who could memorize more lines for a school play. The game compressed complex negotiations into three crisp gestures, and the simplicity felt like a refuge when words weren’t enough. In the pause before we revealed our hands, we learned each other’s rhythms — which pause meant real thought and which blink hid mischief.