Utakata couldn't believe that Shisui had the nerve to keep talking to him. What did he think this was? Some hotline? Call 1-800-need a friend! What was Utakata to him or he to Utakata? He was just a stranger that he'd shared various spaces with. Did he think that in two days time Utakata would want to spend time with him outside of class?

"Idiot." Utakata mumbled to himself at the library, as he typed away on his laptop. At this point he was aimlessly typing some research paper for his english class about climate change. He'd done so many papers at this point they began to blend together. He could honestly out-write many of his classmates without even trying.

"Wassup, smarty pants." Utakata rolled his eyes knowing it was the voice of his roommate Mangetsu. Could he ever get any peace?

"What do want." Utakata demanded rather than questioned his roommate. He looked at him almost annoyed, but actually curious at what the dumb jock could want with him.

"I need to talk to you about smart things, you know." Mangetsu scrambled in a messy-greasy fashion into the seat across from Utakata. So now he thought he could sit with Utakata? How silly of him. "You know I'm failing out of some of my classes, and some of my teachers don't care I'm on the swim team. They're like revenge of the nerds...fuck the jocks for getting glory and great treatment, you know shit like that. They say I'm not above the system because I'm a star swimmer."

"Uh huh!" Utakata wondered why Mangetsu thought he cared. Honestly, he was getting what he deserved. You couldn't fuck up all your classes and think just because you were a star althlete that people should bow down to you.

"Yeah so like...I was thinking since I'm like intellectually challenged and you're..."

No he was not about to ask...

"Amazing at like basic shit, like arithmetic and science…"

If there is a god; make him shut up.

"You got this down to a T and shit. I mean you're the man. Like the grand slam man. Heh. Heh…"

Now he's just saying words.

Mangetsu scratched his head nervously like a school girl about to tell a man who was out of her league that she had a crush on him. Unfortunately, Utakata was gonna crush this school girls dreams of happily ever after.

"You want me to tutor you." Utakata pressed his fingers down on the space bar sending the cursor on his computer dancing all over the screen. "Help you with your shit."

"Yeah or something like that." Mangetsu laughed. "I mean or just do the work for me."

"No. I'm not doing your homework buffoon." Utakata spat. "I will on one solid condition. I only have an hour on Monday and Friday to spare. I can't sit around babying you all week. And in these sessions you actually have to pay attention. What class are you failing?"

"Elementary Math."

"What?"

"Yeah I don't recall it being that hard when I was in elementary. I could have sworn they're giving these kids brain steroids because doing multiplication and division with remainders is not something I did as a second grader. I picked elementary education I thought it would be easy."

"Teaching is not easy." The the brown haired boy warned. "You want to be a teacher?" They'd been roommates for half a year, and he didn't even know his roommates major.

"No. I wanna be Michael Phelps, but hey if you can't make it, be a teacher. That's what they say…"

"Who says that?" Utakata cut him off.

"I don't know." Mangetsu scratched his head and flashed a smile. He obviously didn't know what he was talking about.

"Teaching is a serious profession."

"I know that. I was kidding." The swimmer fumbled over his words. "I'm sorry. Can you just help me? We have a test and they won't let us use a calculator on the next one. Who multiplies without a calculator. I'm not Stephenie Hawking."

"Stephen Hawking."

"Stephen like Steven? Then why does it have a p-h in it?"

"P-h makes the f sound, like in phone," The brown haired man rolled his eyes, pressing the backspace button sending his cursor cascading back up the page.

"Oh it's not phone with an f…" Mangetsu eyes dazed off. Utakata hoped he was realizing what an idiot he was. "Man I gotta tell my brother, Suigetsu. What do they teach us in school man?"

"I don't know what school you went to, but obviously they failed you." Utakata said. "Now if you don't mind, I'm writing a paper about how businesses are putting profit before the climate crisis."

"That's happening?"

"Pick up a book!"

"I think it's a great idea!"

Utakta eyes rolled for the fiftieth time in thirty minutes. Anymore and they might roll out of his head, but at least he wouldn't have to look at Shisui Uchiha anymore. The Uchiha have a reputation. All of their family had come to this school and become great business men, but Shisui obviously hadn't inherited a brain or any of the Uchiha's great qualities that could be found in his cousin Itachi.

"I don't think there's much of a market for paperclips…" Itachi said.

"But who doesn't need paper clips?" Shisui was so excited about this idea, his proclean skin was practically burning red with passion.

"But there's no way to make our paperclips stand out from other competitors." Utataka rolled his eyes. Eye Roll number 51.

"We can make giant paper clips." Shuisui said.

"Please stoppit." Utakata said. "Anyways, I think that maybe we could do something like wipes. There's so many wipes out here, but ours will different because they dissolve when left in water and aren't harmful to the environment, and they won't clog your toilet up."

"That's a great idea, but the dissolving in water part...how will they be wet, if they dissolve in water?" Itachi asked.

"I have another idea." Shisui said. "What about cupcakes, but in a cup with frosting…"

"I was thinking about that." Utakata bypassed Shisui liked a hitchhiker. "But how can they dissolve or better yet, how can we get rid of them in the most environmentally friendly way?"

"I'm looking it up?" Itachi said.

"Are you guys even listening." Shisui waived at them like a child, desperate for attention. "I'm saying cupcakes, paperclips…"

Itachi and Utakta were researching wipes, ignoring the other Uchiha. At the same time both of them let out a sound that sounded like "failure."

"There's already biodegradable wipes." Itachi said.

"I know and they look much better than anything we could come up with." Utakata said.

They both went silent and Itachi looked around thinking hard. Utakata was brainstorming other ideas and Shisui was being himself. He had become bored of convincing Itachi and Utakata it seemed, and he found himself a spot on the floor and sat cross legged.

"I was thinking of computers, but who wants to enter that race." Itachi laughed. "And then there's cars, but my family makes cars so that's kinda cheating."

"True." Utakarta sighed to himself.

Clap! Shisui hands came together and he jolted up smiling. "I have an idea…"

Eye Roll number 52 and 53.

"Ummm no offense Shisui, but your ideas have been…"

"Awful." Number 54

"For lack of a better word, yes." Itachi agreed with Utakata.

"I mean, but...like cupcakes in a cup is a great idea…"

"People already do that." The brown haired man sighed. Eye Roll number 55 and 56. My eyes are gonna roll out of the socket, man.

"Well I have a really good idea guys, and if…"

"I don't think that we need to hear anymore of your amazing ideas, and I would say no offense, but I think we both know that I mean all the offense."

"Why are you being so mean, man?" Shisui said. "Are you hungry? I texted Kisame. He's bringing us pizza…"

"I don't want pizza." This was becoming an absolute dead mission. It wasn't that Shisui was an idiot like Mangetsu. He was a different breed of idiot. He had a decent mind on him, but refused to use it. Just hearing words run out of his mouth made the brown eyed man blood boil with furry.

"Hey, we're all in this together like highschool musical, man. I'm Troy and Itachi is Chad you're definitely a Sharpay."

"I don't understand your references." Eyeroll 55, 56, and 57.

"You've never seen Highschool Musical." The short black haired man eyes popped so big it seemed they would also spill out of their sockets. "That's tragic. Do you just sit in the dark all day?"

"Why don't you go jump off-"

"Listen," The smarter and younger of the two Uchiha, Itachi, reminded them both of his existence. "We have a project to work on. Shisui what was your idea and I'm warning you that if it has anything to do with shoving pastries in a container I will not be kind to you when writing group evals."

"Okay. Okay." the other Uchiha smiled thinking. "So I was thinking since the environment seems important to you Utakata and that wipes are like cleanly, you know…"

Eye roll number...I'm losing track. I'm ready to go.

"What if we made environmentally friendly soap that had like different stuff in it, but the kicker is that-"

There is already environmentally friendly soap. Have you heard of Lush?

"The customer gets to decide what goes in it. Like let's say they want a shea butter mint bar. They pick the ingredients to make their own shea butter mint soap in a bar or body wash and we send it to them. So it's profitable because we only make what's ordered and the customer gets to control what's in the soap so they don't have to worry about breakouts."

Wow...that's actually...not a bad...

"But of course we would have actually have some soap already made, which they can buy, but the thing that we offer is the opportunity to feel unique. Everyone's skin is different. Me and Itachi are in the same family, but his skin isn't oily and mine is. So why should everyone's soap be the same?"

He's not a lost cause…

"Wow." Itachi said. "That's actually a great idea, but the part about 'everyone's skin being different, so why should everyone soap be the same' is a little cliche. So we should find a different way to say that that sounds new and fresh."

"Well," Shisui smiled and Utakata felt himself wanting smile with the idiot. There was something compelling about that grin. That "I'm intelligent," smirk that made Utakata feel this weird feeling in his empty stomach.

Growl...Before Shisui could get another word out, Utakata's stomach erupted in a fit of rage.

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" Shisui's eyes flashed with concern with looking at the brown haired man.

"Nah ... maybe ...yeah." Utakata murmured.

Shisui went over and put his hand on Utakata shoulder. "Don't worry, Kisame's on his way."

"He's on his way?" Itachi asked.

"Yeah." Shisui said.

"I'm going to run to the restroom really quick." Itachi got up and walked away before either of them could say a word.

Utakata looked over to see Shisui's hand still on his shoulder. His weight pressing into him.

"Sorry. I should've asked." Shisui pulled his hand away, obviously he noticed the odd look on Utakata's face. "May I touch you?"

"No." Utakata rolled his eyes. Eye roll 100.

There was an awkward silence that filled the space and minutes felt like hours. They both took turns looking to see if the younger Uchiha would return, but alas he did not. Then came the most uncomfortable part of this conversation. They both would make eye contact by accident. Then dart their eyes in the opposite direction. Utkata began to grow annoyed at how they were both acting. Were the five?

"Your idea is good." The brunette pursed his lips as if the words hurt to say.

"Thank you. I try sometimes." Shisui gave another one of his signature grins. "I honestly think you're a cool person, even though you have some social difficulties."

"Social difficulties?"

"Not a bad thing. I mean Itachi isn't sociable. Like you're very much not a people person. An introvert."

"Yeah. What about it?"

"I think it's awesome." Shisui chirped, and his eyes darted beyond Utakata fixed on something behind him. Before Utakta could press him about his observation, Shisui exclaimed "Kisame! There's my Gabriella."

"We're all in this together." Kisame smiled holding a extra-large pizza. "Where's Itachi."

"He went to the bathroom like an hour ago. Hope he didn't fall in." Shisui laughed at his own dad joke. It's one thing for a young man to make a dad joke, but for a young man to make a dad joke and laugh at it was another entirely. Utakata hated those kinds of people. Honestly he hated plenty of people.

"Hello Utakata." Kisame smiled at the brunette. He had sharp teeth and a pretty smile. It was a People Magazine cover type of smile.

"Hello." Utakata got up out of his seat and took the pizza from Kisame. He opened and immediately grabbed and slice and shoved it in mouth.

"Wow. Someone is hungry." Kisame scratched his head confused.

"Let em eat." Shisui said. "He's been a little crabby pants."

"I understand. You don't wanna see me hungry." Kisame said. "I'm a bear when I'm hungry-"

"You might need Snicker for that." Itachi came back his hands crossed. Utakata noticed there was something different about Itachi. He couldn't put his finger on it. Was he wearing the same outfit? Yes? A t-shirt with a black sweater and black jeans. Basic Itachi. No He looked fresher. His hair was in a perfect ponytail, not a hair out of place. He looked fresher. Had her washed his face when he was in the bathroom. Why?

"A Snicker!" Shisui laughed so loud it shook the library and random kids turned to them and shushed them.

"We're in library, Shish." Kisame chuckled.

"Sorry!" Shisui exclaimed, which earned him more sushes and stares. "I'm gonna run to the restroom. All this excitement has my bladder exhilarated." Shisui floats off to the bathroom humming "I'm so Excited," by the Pointer Sisters.

"He's been so hyper today." Itachi offered Kisame and knowing smile as they watched his cousin shimmy away.

"You know how my guy gets." Kisame laughed.

"Yeah. You should see him and my roommate Deidara together. They cause a ruckus." Itachi chuckled.

A light bulb came over Kisame's head. "We should set them up."

"I'm sure Deidara would be down for any attention."

"Your roommate is cute." Kisame said.

"Cute?" Utakata noticed a change in Itachi tone. He honestly didn't understand why he was listening to Itachi and Kisame's, but between besides the pizza box there was no one else to talk to.

"Yeah. He's cute. He's really nice to look at. Pretty face."

"Pretty face? Deidara." There was a tinge of something in Itachi voice. The brunette would describe it as red.

"Yeah. You don't think so."

"I mean he's no Hashirama Senju…" Itachi rolled his eyes. Hashirama Senju was a famous heartthrob actor that everyone loved. He was known for his action flicks in particular.

"Is anyone a Hashirama Senju." Kisame said.

"I don't think so..." Itachi chuckled awkwardly. "But would you date Deidara?"

"Would I date Deidara?" Kisame responded. Utakata chuckled to himself as he munched on his pizza. He had figured it out. He's crushing on his cousins roommate, who's clearly out of his league. Kisame was a muscle god with a charming face, and the young Uchiha was very pretty, but obviously couldn't handle the rough attitude of the older man. To put it in perspective Kisame was a Harley Motorcycle and Itachi was a Toyota Prius.

"Yeah."

"No." Kisame shrugged. "Not my type."

"Oh okay." Itachi shoulder came down releasing some tension.

"But Shisui should."

"Yeah. I'll see what Deidara says." Itachi turned back to the pizza, ready to partake in a slice. He stopped and his eyes grow big. "Wow Utakata. You must've really been hungry. You've eaten almost half the pizza."

"Oh." Before the brunette had known it, he'd partaken in four triangle slices. "Haven't eaten today, sorry."

"Where does it all go?" Kisame chuckled. "You have a great physique."

"It's alright." Itachi snatched a slice.

"Hey guys." Shisui had returned from the restroom smiling like always. "Wow, someone really went to town on this pizza."

"Utakata." Kisame said.

"Wow. Where does it all go Utakata?"

"That's what I said." Kisame said.

"Doesn't he have a great body?"

"It's alright." Itachi spat.