"Mine!" Masato shouted as he forcefully pulled a bag from being taken.

It was like a tug of war. Who's Masato's opponent? Ren. They were fighting over a bag.

A bag, yeah.

"Oh no you don't!" Ren shouted back and tried kicking Masayan's hands.

What made them fight over a silly bag? Ren is hungry (no sexual innuendo intended). While Masato simply wants it because… If you still can't tell, they're fighting over a bag full of melon pan.

The thing is that the two rich kids don't want to share. That's why they're in this gaucherie. So damn greedy.

"Can't we share it equally?!" Ren sighed but still pulling the bag.

"I won't fall for that!" the man, with a mole below his eye, retorted.

Well unfortunately, both parties don't trust each other. So it's almost impossible to end this peacefully. Basically, it will only end when either person gets the bag of melon pan successfully.

And that means war for both of them.

"Just buy your own food!" Masato suggested, losing his patience.

"I'm broke!" the orange man lied.

"Liar!" the melon pan fanatic accused.

Ren thought it'd work this time. But he's such a cunning liar that his own roommate didn't believe his voice. If he could just have a change of heart…

The war was seemingly endless. Masato got the upper hand but a few seconds later Ren was winning again. Yet this blue idol won't give in. The prize was melon pan. He'd do anything to get those in his mouth… Mmm!

"This has been knocking on my mind for some time now," Jinguuji said while pulling the bag harder, "If you buy me food, I'll let go!"

Hijirikawa gave a stern look and yelled, "NO WAY! I AM NOT FALLING FOR THAT!"

"And also don't dare your filthy tongue to speak my precious song ever agaaaaaiinnn!"

Masato lost his grip a little. And that's bad news for him. He's currently being dragged on the floor.

"Just submit to me," Ren chuckled, "You've lost your chance."

"NEVEEERR!" Hijirikawa screamed like a stubborn little little girl.

The flirt hummed his roommate's audition song teasingly while dragging him to the ends of their room. So that he'll give up already. If that will actually happen anytime soon

Masato kept on moaning because of the pain of bumping things. He put a determined look on his face that says 'go fight'…

"What the heck are you both doing?!" an annoyed voice resounded followed by a loud slam of a door.

"…having fun?" Jinguji forced a grin.

"Ha? It's like I heard someone being raped in here!" their senpai objected, pointing a finger at the other kouhai, "Like I'd believe that!"

"No," Masato sighed, stood up but not letting go of the bag of his dreams, "Trust me, we were…"

"STFU! I didn't ask you to explain!" Ranmaru scolded.

"Are you two making a fuss over that ugly bag? Give me that!" he ordered.

And so they handed him the bag. They felt so defeated. Masayan wanted to sulk so badly now. Farewell precious melon pan!

"From now on, this bag of melon pan IS MINE!" Kurosaki tried to say in a calm manner.

The pair simply kept their silence and nodded (even though they didn't want to).

"Tss. Making a commotion over this," he rolled his eyes, "You two have a bright road ahead of you. Just saying, dimwits!"

"Eh, did you just refer to your own song?" the defeated melon pan lover asked.

"Shut it Hijirikawa no one likes you," Ranmaru immediately taunted. And so, Ranran wins by interrupting their so-called war.

In the end, both factions had absolute zero melon pan. How sad.