Mondo stumbled into his bedroom with a hiccup, staggering slightly as he wandered over to his bed. He had just gotten home from a gang meeting, and he was drunk off his ass. It was a celebration for one of his boy's birthday, as well as a congrats for winning over the girl he'd been trying to date,so there was lots of fun times, and lots of booze. So of course, as the leader, he drank to his heart's content. So here he was now, laying face first on his bed after a night of partying with his boys. He was happy for his friend, who was feeling like a king with his new girlfriend, and she wasn't a whiny thing either. It had taken a lot of guts for his friend to ask his girl out, and the result was a happy one. Thinking about it, Mondo suddenly felt inspired. If one of his crew could ask out his crush, why couldn't he?

Perhaps it was drunken courage, or some sort of new determination, but Mondo sat up, and after rummaging clumsily through his coat pockets, pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his contacts, he found the one labeled "Kyoudai" and began to text a long message.

After finishing off his message, before he lost his nerve, Mondo hit the send button, and collapsed backwards, passing out with a blissful smile on his face.

The next morning was unwaveringly bright, and Mondo groaned in pain. His head was pounding, and his stomach felt sick. What the hell happened last night? Mulling it over in his head, he remembered the party that had gone on until late in the night, he remembered driving home, he remembered walking into the side table before going upstairs, and flopping onto his bed. He also remembered he had been thinking about Kiyotaka...and…

Mondo sat up, ignoring the spinning in his head. Shit! The biker leader grabbed his phone and quickly went to his text messages for Kiyotaka, praying he hadn't actually sent a confession message. After seeing that, no, he hadn't sent Kiyotaka an embarrassing message, he sighed in relief. At least that was one thing he didn't have to worry about. Getting out of bed, Mondo then began to get ready for school. He would normally skip, but he knew he had a test today, and that his Kyoudai would not be pleased if he missed it.

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"Yo! Mondo! Got a minute, I got something to ask you." Mondo rolled his eyes as Leon strolled over to him with this weird ass strut. Was he attempting to look cool?

"Whaddya want Kuwata?"

"Hey now, that's no way to talk to a guy you admire so much."

"The hell are you ramblin' on 'bout?"

"What? You mean you don't remember? Aww, and you were so sweet too, saying how pretty my eyes were and shit." Leon chuckled, and Mondo glared at Leon in annoyed confusion.

"The fuck are you on Kuwata?"

"So you really don't remember? You sent me this long ass text message last night, and it was a mess to figure out, but damn, I didn't think you'd be able to write so much sap in one message." Leon laughed, and Mondo was about ready to punch Leon in the face before he felt his stomach drop.

"Although, I don't think it was meant for me, because I certainly don't have 'ruby red eyes' or 'funtastic long eyebrows', whatever the hell that means." Mondo felt his face fire up. He pulled out his phone and double checked his sent messages. It was there that he realized that, yes, he had sent out a long confession message, but in his drunken state instead of hitting 'Kyoudai' he had hit 'Kuwata' instead. Fuck!

"Hey man, relax, I won't tell the Hall Monitor, and hey, if you want, I'll help ya win him over!" Kuwata said, putting a hand on Mondo's shoulder and flashing him a large smile, but it quickly disappeared when Mondo grabbed him and slammed him against the lockers.

"You better not tell nobody, cuz if I find out ya did, I'll be draggin' ya down the road with my bike." Mondo growled, and Leon shook his head shakily.

"Nah man, w-wouldn't dream of it." Leon choked out as Mondo dropped him. "Although I don't know what you're so worried about. Pretty damn sure Ishimaru feels the same way."

Mondo shook his head. "Like hell he does! He's like, immune to romance an' shit like that. I would know since I'm his best bro." Leon had to hold back an eye roll. Oowada was really freaking dense apparently, but he wouldn't dare call him that to his face.

"Well then, if you're so sure, how about we see if you're right." Leon smirked as ideas formed in his head.

"There is no way I'm trusting you with your fucked up head Kuwata. You're plans usually suck anyway and I'm not risking my friendship with Kiyotaka on one of them."

"Fine fine, then you wouldn't mind if I just send that wonderful message of yours to him."

"NO! Kuwata I swear to god-"

"Fine then, how about a bet?" Leon leaned against the lockers next to them and pointed a finger at himself. "If I win, you have to do one of my amazing plans in an attempt to win Ishimaru over, and if you win, then I'll drop the subject entirely." Mondo glared suspiciously at the Ultimate Baseball Star.

"And if I say no?"

"Then Ishimaru will know just exactly how you feel about his 'curvacious ass...ets'" A smirk danced across Leon's face as a curtain of red spread across Mondo's face in anger and embarrassment. A moment of silence as the biker mulled it over internally, then…

"Fine, what do you have in mind?"