"You are an absolute fool."

Motonari stands his ground in the school's courtyard. His dark brown eyes glare at his delinquent classmate, Motochika, in hopes he can get him to back off so he can have his lunch in peace. Sadly, that doesn't seem to be the case, as Motochika's smirk grows larger.

"Oh come on, Motonari," he says with full confidence. "You have to admit it's a clever tactic. I can't think of one teacher who would suspect someone to write the answers on their leg! It's completely out of view when you enter class, and there is nothing out of the ordinary trying to 'scratch' your leg during a test!"

Motonari sighs heavily. "Yet if you keep doing the gesture over and over again, someone will get suspicious. Especially if you do it for every test."

"I'm not saying I would do it for every test! Just for the really hard ones that I can't fully memorize the stuff for. Like in my calculus class."

"'Calculus?'" He raises an eyebrow. "You're taking calculus?"

"Yes, me," Motochika replies, as if stating the obvious. "Who else would I be talking about?"

Motonari pauses for a moment. "I don't know, but you don't seem to be the type. After all, calculus requires a great amount of thinking and the ability to withstand mental pressure. Considering we've been arguing about it being possible to pass school by cheating on tests; it is clear that you would be lacking the ability to last in that class more than a week."

Motochika's right eye twitches. "What was that?" He steps closer to him, his fists clutched tightly. "I didn't quite hear you…"

With his unexpected closeness, Motonari instinctively tenses up, his pale face turning a faint shade of red. He narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath of air before coming up with a smooth comeback. Motochika's retorts back, and while his facial expressions show frustration, his single blue eye glows with enjoyment.

While the two are lost in their verbal battle of wills, Masamune and Kojuro watch, eating their lunch from the sidelines. Masamune sighs, leaning against Kojuro as his bored gaze moves between Motonari and Motochika.

"How long have they been at it for this round?" he asks.

Kojuro glances down at his watch. "About thirty minutes now. Almost thirty-five."

"Wow, the same as yesterday." Masamune lets out another sigh. "For two people who supposedly hate each other's guts, they sure spend a lot of time and effort arguing."

Ever since he's known them, he can recall both Motochika and Motonari declaring their undying 'hatred' for one another. Motochika would be disgusted by Motonari's calculated, cold actions, thinking he is nothing more than an arrogant, self-entitled brat. While on the other hand Motonari says he is nothing more than a barbaric, low life gangster who doesn't have a shred of dignity.

They fight and fight, yet they always find excuses to talk to the other, such as this two week long argument about cheating on tests. Not to mention, at least to Masamune, he has noticed that Motochika will find ways presses himself closer to Motonari, who became unusually fluster every time they are in close proximity. And the tension between them would grow from there, to the point where if someone who didn't know them walked by…

Masamune took a bite of his sandwich, where a small smirk subconsciously took form. From the corner of his eye, Kojuro sees it and frowns.

"No Masamune. We must not get involved."

"Why not?" Masamune questions. "I can't be the only one tired of the same bullshit happening every single day! It's getting old, and it is about time someone should-"

"Even if you were to say the truth straight to their faces, they would still deny it."

Kojuro turns his attention towards the arguing pair. Motonari attempts to turn his back on Motochika, as if he hopes to end the conversation. However, every time he does Motochika chases after him, forcing him to meet him eye to eye.

"In a situation like this, they have to figure it out of themselves," Kojuro says. "One day, when they are alone and forced to face each other, they'll figure out. It's only a matter of time."

"Huh. Forced to be alone you say…" In the back of his mind, Masamune can see a plan beginning to take form. "So, like if they were trapped somewhere that was closed off and all alone. Something like that would that help them realize it?"

"…Supposedly, yes." Kojuro narrows his eyes at him. "Masamune, what are you plotting?"

Masamune smirks. "What? I'm just asking. I mean, one of them has to come out of the closet at some point."

Come out of the closet… At that thought, Masamune's mischievous smirk grows for a brief second. Many schemes prance around in his mind. Though knowing Kojuro will try to stop him, he quickly wolfs down the last of his lunch and make his way to the trash can.

The ultimate match making prank coming into full form. Whether it brings out confessions or pure rage, Masamune is bound to be entertained.