Chapter Two: Double Jeopardy
Miyagi Ryota yawned and leaned his head against the glass window, trying to block out the monotonous voice of his history teacher going on and on about the Tokugawa Period. He didn't know who Tokugawa was and seriously, he didn't give a damn. The only thing he cared about was the dismissal bell, which would be ringing right about . now.
The continuous ringing roused some of his classmates from their daydreaming. The others started to talk about what they will do after classes. The volume rose up several notches and drowned the teacher's voice. Realizing that no one was paying attention to him any longer, the teacher sighed in defeat and said, "Oh well, just answer the questions at the end of the chapter." By the time he said, "Class dismissed!" mostly everyone had gone out of the door already.
"Excuse me!" Miyagi called out over the stampeding students. He needed to find Ayako to see if they could walk home together. The prospect made his smile and he was about to launch into another daydream, when he finally spotted the object of his affections standing on a corner, talking with his good friend, Yasuda. Miyagi made a mental note to thank his friend later on. "Oi! Yasu! Aya-chan!"
Yasuda spotted him over the crowd and waved. Miyagi casually walked over to them. "What's up?" Miyagi asked. He could se that both Yasuda and Ayako's faces were filled with concern.
"Seiko didn't go to class today," Yasuda whispered. He waited for Ayako's response.
Ayako closed her eyes and sighed. "I heard his father pulled him out of school. I pity him actually. He was one of the brightest students in the sophomore level."
"Why?" Miyagi's bros knotted in concern. "What happened to him?"
Ayako sighed again and led the two guys into a deserted hallway. "Mitsui sempai's latest boyfriend."
Miyagi nodded, as if that simple sentence explained everything. "Played again?"
Ayako said, "Yep. Really, with all the times Mitsui sempai did this, you'd think they would have learned their lesson by now."
"What happened exactly?" Miyagi asked once more, out of curiosity.
"Same thing," Yasuda replied. "He courted Seiko, the guy gave in, Mitsui sempai promised him lots of things, something happened between them and finally, Mitsui sempai dumped him."
"So we have to look out for him again, ne?" Miyagi asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "He'll ruin the basketball club's reputation sooner or later."
"It wasn't such a big deal until now," Ayako observed. "Mitsui sempai dated less popular guys. This is the first time he got someone popular. Maybe because he got bored or wanted a challenge."
Miyagi looked at his beloved's face and gave her a comforting smile. "Ne, why don't we go to the cafeteria so we can talk some more."
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"I heard Seiko dropped out of Shohoku and is transferring to Tokyo." Hideki informed Mitsui as he passed by the ex-gangster along the hall.
"So?" Mitsui shrugged. "I don't care where he is even if he exiles himself to the Bermuda Triangle or something."
"Oh that's too bad," Hideki mused. To Mitsui's annoyance, Hideki did not leave. Instead, the other boy leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
Mitsui glared at the intruder. "What do you want?"
Hideki opened both eyes. "Who is it?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Mitsui lied. He knew what Hideki was talking about but he did not want to discuss it, especially with Hideki.
"Oh come on!" Hideki stood up straight and looked at Mitsui with a grin he loathed so much. "I know, that no matter how much you deny it, you are competing with me and you even want to beat me in this game so you're looking for a target that I can't possibly play. That's it, right?"
Mitsui looked at Hideki straight in the eye. He's had enough of Hideki's bugging and bragging. "For one thing, I AM better than you, and for your information, my next game is something you an never pull off in your whole life."
"Try me!" challenged Hideki.
Mitsui smiled; relishing the moment he was about to drop the bomb. "Miyagi Ryota."
Stunned, Hideki looked at Mitsui. Did he just hear what he THOUGHT he heard? "Miyagi Ryota?" Seeing a nod, he chuckled. "Mitsui kun, you're hallucinating. You don't even know the difference between challenging and impossible."
"That's where you're wrong, "Mitsui pointed out. "It IS possible and I'm going to do it in just two weeks' time!"
Still chuckling, Hideki started to walk towards the stairs. He waved back. "Good luck then! Just make sure you don't end up looking like a fool!"
Mitsui rolled his eyes and called out after Hideki. "And make sure you're ready to bow down to me when this is over!" With that, he stormed back into the classroom.
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"I don't know why he does this," Miyagi said, sipping his iced tea slowly. "Maybe he's insecure in love or something."
"The bigger question is," Ayako said, crumpling a plastic wrapper, "that no matter how many times he played guys and even if they know about his playboy nature, he always succeeds in fooling them and making them fall for him. How does he do it?"
"Don't worry," said a voice from behind Ayako. "You'll know the answer to that question soon enough." The three turned to the newcomer and groaned. "It's you, Hideki." Ayako said in a monotonous and unenthusiastic voice.
"I see that my presence isn't welcomed here at all." Hideki grabbed a French fry from Miyagi's plate. "Hey!" Miyagi cried out in protest, which Hideki ignored as he popped the fry into his mouth.
"Anou," Yasuda, who had been keeping quiet until now, piped up. 'What did you mean by "You'll know the answer to that question soon enough?"".
Hideki shrugged. "Mitsui kun has a new victim."
"So fast?" Ayako asked, incredulous. "The nerve of that guy! Many people still hate him for what he did to Seiko!"
"Who is it?" Miyagi asked Hideki.
Hideki smiled. He wondered how the three would react to this. "He's going after the straightest guy on campus."
"Who?" Miyagi repeated, feeling strangely like an owl.
Hideki shrugged again in a nonchalant way, as if these things happened on an everyday basis. "You." He said casually.
It took about several seconds for the revelation to sink in. Finally the reactions began, starting with Ayako's cry, "What??" Miyagi was dumbfounded. "It's a joke, right?"
Hideki shook his head, still pretending to be cool and clam while he was actually enjoying this. "No kidding. He told me about it in the hallway. He said he's gonna nail you in two weeks."
It was Miyagi's turn to cry out. "What!!" he exclaimed. He couldn't believe it. "Mitsui san would never-"
"If you don't believe me, why don't you go ask him yourself?" Hideki offered. "I bet he's inside his classroom right now."
Curiosity getting the better of him, Miyagi stood up. He looked at Ayako, who shook her head in disagreement. "You can't," Ayako warned. "Going up there would be like walking straight into the lion's den."
"B.but," Miyagi reasoned, looking down. He could never fight against Ayako's wishes, but this time was. different. "I need to know."
Surprisingly, it was Ayako who gave way. "Just be careful, okay?" Ayako said after much deliberation. "Tomorrow, tell us how it went, k?"
Miyagi nodded. "Don't worry. I know what he's capable of already."
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Mitsui sat down on his chair again after a lot of pacing. The sun was shedding little light and the classroom projected an atmosphere of being anything but cheerful. Amidst the gloomy yet calm surroundings, the shooting guard's own mind was a whirling cyclone of thoughts.
"What was I thinking?" he mused, furious with himself. "I will never be able to pull this off." He deliberated going to Hotta right now to call this whole thing off, but he knew they wouldn't let him. He groaned as he remembered the consequence he had to perform if ever he lost the bet. "There's no turning back now." He whispered to the empty room. He didn't want to hurt Miyagi but there was so much at stake like his reputation and his dignity. "I'm sorry, Miyagi."
"Sorry for what?" he heard a toneless voice saying from behind him. Mitsui's eyes widened a bit as he recognized who it was. He slowly turned his head and true enough, there was Miyagi, standing by the doorway, with an expressionless look on his face.
Mitsui reeled. He was just thinking about how to avoid the shorter boy as much as possible for the next two weeks, as desperate as planning to run Miyagi over by a car. Now they were less than 10 meters away. "What are you doing here?"
"I saw Hideki at the cafeteria," Miyagi stated. He closed the door behind him but he didn't move towards Mitsui. "He told me something weird."
Mitsui groaned. That idiot Hideki! He should have known Hideki couldn't keep a secret even if his life depended on it. Mitsui bit his lip, unable to look at Miyagi in the eye. Silence filled the classroom for a moment until Miyagi whispered, "Is it true?"
"Yes, it's true." Mitsui admitted, looking up a bit. It was better to tell him the truth now and talk about it, though he distinctly wondered what in the world could they talk about.
"Why?"
"Huh?" Mitsui blinked at Miyagi. He didn't really expect that. "B.believe me, it wasn't my idea."
Instead of replying, Miyagi left his original place by the doorway and walked slowly to the other side of the classroom, where the windows were. Mitsui watched Miyagi carefully, trying to find something to say. He was thankful that Miyagi was calm instead of violent, but the silence was killing him.
"What are you trying to prove?" Miyagi said, out of the blue. He laid his palms against the windowpanes and strained to see what was happening outside in the garden below.
"What do you mean?"
Miyagi sighed. "You know there's absolutely nothing you can do to make me fall for you."
Gathering up his courage, Mitsui stood up and walked towards Miyagi. "I don't know," he said as he reached Miyagi. He placed his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders. "Haven't you ever wondered how it feels to be made love to by another guy?"
He felt Miyagi's shoulders lift slightly as the boy scoffed. "Love?" Miyagi said, spitting out the word as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Do you guys even know what love means?"
"For all I know, love isn't acting like some blind, love sick lap dog chasing around a girl who obviously treats you like shit." Mitsui retorted.
"And what IS love?" Miyagi asked, turning towards Mitsui. "Like that?" he pointed towards the direction of the garden.
Mitsui strained to see what Miyagi was pointing at. When he stepped closer towards the window, he could finally make out two figures talking in the middle of the isolated garden. He couldn't fully see them, but Mitsui recognized the familiar patch of red hair that belonged to their team's self-proclaimed Tensai. By that he assumed that the other one was Rukawa. He knew they were always together since everyone knew they were a couple. Well, maybe not actually a couple since no one really knew how serious the relationship was, not even Rukawa and Hanamichi themselves. "What about them?"
"Do you think they're in love?" Miyagi asked.
Mitsui didn't know what to say. For one thing, he didn't really believe love could ever blossom in these types of relationships either and another thing, Rukawa never actually told anyone about how he felt for Hanamichi. "Of course they are!" he said, though he really didn't think so.
"Why doesn't Rukawa tell Hanamichi that he loves him?" Miyagi asked again, feeling a little bit sorry for his friend Hanamichi. Miyagi distinctly remembered that Hanamichi was usually frustrated because Rukawa never expressed his feelings verbally.
'Maybe because he doesn't really love Hanamichi,' Mitsui wanted to say, but he kept his opinions to himself. "Maybe he's shy," Mitsui shrugged, moving away from the window. "I bet he'll come around soon enough."
Miyagi laughed. "You really love bets, don't you?" Giving one last thoughtful look at the couple below, he said, "Wanna have a bet?"
"Look, don't try to make this a lot more complicated, okay?" Mitsui half- pleaded half-demanded. "I'm in enough trouble already."
Ignoring Mitsui, Miyagi continued, "I bet Rukawa doesn't really love Hanamichi."
Laughing, Mitsui decided to bluff it. "How about this? During these two weeks, I bet Rukawa WILL tell Hanamichi that he loves him!"
Miyagi shrugged. "Deal."
"Huh?" Mitsui did a double take. "Are you serious?"
"Very," Miyagi said with a small nod. "If I win, you'll stop playing people and treat them with more respect. You'll also do a live apology in the school's sound system."
"And if I win?"
"I know what you want from me." Miyagi said, turning his attention to the floor. He suddenly lost most of the courage that he had. "If you win, you'll get what you want."
Mitsui smiled. It was like killing two birds with one stone. "Are you sure about that? I saw a movie that had this exact scene and you know what? You're gonna lose."
Miyagi shrugged again, thankful that his nonchalance was still holding on. "I don't know about that." He realized he was running out of things to say. Ignoring his weak knees, he walked as casually as he can towards the door. "I think I'm gonna win this one." Once he reached the door, he looked back at Mitsui. "You don't even believe in the thing you're betting for."
Mitsui stared as the classroom door closed behind Miyagi. He had to admit, the point guard was right. He didn't believe in love and he didn't know what made him bet on it. Sighing, he looked out the window again. Rukawa was sitting under the tree. Judging by how hard Hanamichi was tugging on the rookie's arm; Mitsui guessed that Rukawa had fallen asleep.
Love? Mitsui scoffed. "I don't need love." With that, he picked up bag and left the classroom as well.
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Miyagi Ryota yawned and leaned his head against the glass window, trying to block out the monotonous voice of his history teacher going on and on about the Tokugawa Period. He didn't know who Tokugawa was and seriously, he didn't give a damn. The only thing he cared about was the dismissal bell, which would be ringing right about . now.
The continuous ringing roused some of his classmates from their daydreaming. The others started to talk about what they will do after classes. The volume rose up several notches and drowned the teacher's voice. Realizing that no one was paying attention to him any longer, the teacher sighed in defeat and said, "Oh well, just answer the questions at the end of the chapter." By the time he said, "Class dismissed!" mostly everyone had gone out of the door already.
"Excuse me!" Miyagi called out over the stampeding students. He needed to find Ayako to see if they could walk home together. The prospect made his smile and he was about to launch into another daydream, when he finally spotted the object of his affections standing on a corner, talking with his good friend, Yasuda. Miyagi made a mental note to thank his friend later on. "Oi! Yasu! Aya-chan!"
Yasuda spotted him over the crowd and waved. Miyagi casually walked over to them. "What's up?" Miyagi asked. He could se that both Yasuda and Ayako's faces were filled with concern.
"Seiko didn't go to class today," Yasuda whispered. He waited for Ayako's response.
Ayako closed her eyes and sighed. "I heard his father pulled him out of school. I pity him actually. He was one of the brightest students in the sophomore level."
"Why?" Miyagi's bros knotted in concern. "What happened to him?"
Ayako sighed again and led the two guys into a deserted hallway. "Mitsui sempai's latest boyfriend."
Miyagi nodded, as if that simple sentence explained everything. "Played again?"
Ayako said, "Yep. Really, with all the times Mitsui sempai did this, you'd think they would have learned their lesson by now."
"What happened exactly?" Miyagi asked once more, out of curiosity.
"Same thing," Yasuda replied. "He courted Seiko, the guy gave in, Mitsui sempai promised him lots of things, something happened between them and finally, Mitsui sempai dumped him."
"So we have to look out for him again, ne?" Miyagi asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "He'll ruin the basketball club's reputation sooner or later."
"It wasn't such a big deal until now," Ayako observed. "Mitsui sempai dated less popular guys. This is the first time he got someone popular. Maybe because he got bored or wanted a challenge."
Miyagi looked at his beloved's face and gave her a comforting smile. "Ne, why don't we go to the cafeteria so we can talk some more."
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"I heard Seiko dropped out of Shohoku and is transferring to Tokyo." Hideki informed Mitsui as he passed by the ex-gangster along the hall.
"So?" Mitsui shrugged. "I don't care where he is even if he exiles himself to the Bermuda Triangle or something."
"Oh that's too bad," Hideki mused. To Mitsui's annoyance, Hideki did not leave. Instead, the other boy leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
Mitsui glared at the intruder. "What do you want?"
Hideki opened both eyes. "Who is it?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Mitsui lied. He knew what Hideki was talking about but he did not want to discuss it, especially with Hideki.
"Oh come on!" Hideki stood up straight and looked at Mitsui with a grin he loathed so much. "I know, that no matter how much you deny it, you are competing with me and you even want to beat me in this game so you're looking for a target that I can't possibly play. That's it, right?"
Mitsui looked at Hideki straight in the eye. He's had enough of Hideki's bugging and bragging. "For one thing, I AM better than you, and for your information, my next game is something you an never pull off in your whole life."
"Try me!" challenged Hideki.
Mitsui smiled; relishing the moment he was about to drop the bomb. "Miyagi Ryota."
Stunned, Hideki looked at Mitsui. Did he just hear what he THOUGHT he heard? "Miyagi Ryota?" Seeing a nod, he chuckled. "Mitsui kun, you're hallucinating. You don't even know the difference between challenging and impossible."
"That's where you're wrong, "Mitsui pointed out. "It IS possible and I'm going to do it in just two weeks' time!"
Still chuckling, Hideki started to walk towards the stairs. He waved back. "Good luck then! Just make sure you don't end up looking like a fool!"
Mitsui rolled his eyes and called out after Hideki. "And make sure you're ready to bow down to me when this is over!" With that, he stormed back into the classroom.
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"I don't know why he does this," Miyagi said, sipping his iced tea slowly. "Maybe he's insecure in love or something."
"The bigger question is," Ayako said, crumpling a plastic wrapper, "that no matter how many times he played guys and even if they know about his playboy nature, he always succeeds in fooling them and making them fall for him. How does he do it?"
"Don't worry," said a voice from behind Ayako. "You'll know the answer to that question soon enough." The three turned to the newcomer and groaned. "It's you, Hideki." Ayako said in a monotonous and unenthusiastic voice.
"I see that my presence isn't welcomed here at all." Hideki grabbed a French fry from Miyagi's plate. "Hey!" Miyagi cried out in protest, which Hideki ignored as he popped the fry into his mouth.
"Anou," Yasuda, who had been keeping quiet until now, piped up. 'What did you mean by "You'll know the answer to that question soon enough?"".
Hideki shrugged. "Mitsui kun has a new victim."
"So fast?" Ayako asked, incredulous. "The nerve of that guy! Many people still hate him for what he did to Seiko!"
"Who is it?" Miyagi asked Hideki.
Hideki smiled. He wondered how the three would react to this. "He's going after the straightest guy on campus."
"Who?" Miyagi repeated, feeling strangely like an owl.
Hideki shrugged again in a nonchalant way, as if these things happened on an everyday basis. "You." He said casually.
It took about several seconds for the revelation to sink in. Finally the reactions began, starting with Ayako's cry, "What??" Miyagi was dumbfounded. "It's a joke, right?"
Hideki shook his head, still pretending to be cool and clam while he was actually enjoying this. "No kidding. He told me about it in the hallway. He said he's gonna nail you in two weeks."
It was Miyagi's turn to cry out. "What!!" he exclaimed. He couldn't believe it. "Mitsui san would never-"
"If you don't believe me, why don't you go ask him yourself?" Hideki offered. "I bet he's inside his classroom right now."
Curiosity getting the better of him, Miyagi stood up. He looked at Ayako, who shook her head in disagreement. "You can't," Ayako warned. "Going up there would be like walking straight into the lion's den."
"B.but," Miyagi reasoned, looking down. He could never fight against Ayako's wishes, but this time was. different. "I need to know."
Surprisingly, it was Ayako who gave way. "Just be careful, okay?" Ayako said after much deliberation. "Tomorrow, tell us how it went, k?"
Miyagi nodded. "Don't worry. I know what he's capable of already."
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Mitsui sat down on his chair again after a lot of pacing. The sun was shedding little light and the classroom projected an atmosphere of being anything but cheerful. Amidst the gloomy yet calm surroundings, the shooting guard's own mind was a whirling cyclone of thoughts.
"What was I thinking?" he mused, furious with himself. "I will never be able to pull this off." He deliberated going to Hotta right now to call this whole thing off, but he knew they wouldn't let him. He groaned as he remembered the consequence he had to perform if ever he lost the bet. "There's no turning back now." He whispered to the empty room. He didn't want to hurt Miyagi but there was so much at stake like his reputation and his dignity. "I'm sorry, Miyagi."
"Sorry for what?" he heard a toneless voice saying from behind him. Mitsui's eyes widened a bit as he recognized who it was. He slowly turned his head and true enough, there was Miyagi, standing by the doorway, with an expressionless look on his face.
Mitsui reeled. He was just thinking about how to avoid the shorter boy as much as possible for the next two weeks, as desperate as planning to run Miyagi over by a car. Now they were less than 10 meters away. "What are you doing here?"
"I saw Hideki at the cafeteria," Miyagi stated. He closed the door behind him but he didn't move towards Mitsui. "He told me something weird."
Mitsui groaned. That idiot Hideki! He should have known Hideki couldn't keep a secret even if his life depended on it. Mitsui bit his lip, unable to look at Miyagi in the eye. Silence filled the classroom for a moment until Miyagi whispered, "Is it true?"
"Yes, it's true." Mitsui admitted, looking up a bit. It was better to tell him the truth now and talk about it, though he distinctly wondered what in the world could they talk about.
"Why?"
"Huh?" Mitsui blinked at Miyagi. He didn't really expect that. "B.believe me, it wasn't my idea."
Instead of replying, Miyagi left his original place by the doorway and walked slowly to the other side of the classroom, where the windows were. Mitsui watched Miyagi carefully, trying to find something to say. He was thankful that Miyagi was calm instead of violent, but the silence was killing him.
"What are you trying to prove?" Miyagi said, out of the blue. He laid his palms against the windowpanes and strained to see what was happening outside in the garden below.
"What do you mean?"
Miyagi sighed. "You know there's absolutely nothing you can do to make me fall for you."
Gathering up his courage, Mitsui stood up and walked towards Miyagi. "I don't know," he said as he reached Miyagi. He placed his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders. "Haven't you ever wondered how it feels to be made love to by another guy?"
He felt Miyagi's shoulders lift slightly as the boy scoffed. "Love?" Miyagi said, spitting out the word as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Do you guys even know what love means?"
"For all I know, love isn't acting like some blind, love sick lap dog chasing around a girl who obviously treats you like shit." Mitsui retorted.
"And what IS love?" Miyagi asked, turning towards Mitsui. "Like that?" he pointed towards the direction of the garden.
Mitsui strained to see what Miyagi was pointing at. When he stepped closer towards the window, he could finally make out two figures talking in the middle of the isolated garden. He couldn't fully see them, but Mitsui recognized the familiar patch of red hair that belonged to their team's self-proclaimed Tensai. By that he assumed that the other one was Rukawa. He knew they were always together since everyone knew they were a couple. Well, maybe not actually a couple since no one really knew how serious the relationship was, not even Rukawa and Hanamichi themselves. "What about them?"
"Do you think they're in love?" Miyagi asked.
Mitsui didn't know what to say. For one thing, he didn't really believe love could ever blossom in these types of relationships either and another thing, Rukawa never actually told anyone about how he felt for Hanamichi. "Of course they are!" he said, though he really didn't think so.
"Why doesn't Rukawa tell Hanamichi that he loves him?" Miyagi asked again, feeling a little bit sorry for his friend Hanamichi. Miyagi distinctly remembered that Hanamichi was usually frustrated because Rukawa never expressed his feelings verbally.
'Maybe because he doesn't really love Hanamichi,' Mitsui wanted to say, but he kept his opinions to himself. "Maybe he's shy," Mitsui shrugged, moving away from the window. "I bet he'll come around soon enough."
Miyagi laughed. "You really love bets, don't you?" Giving one last thoughtful look at the couple below, he said, "Wanna have a bet?"
"Look, don't try to make this a lot more complicated, okay?" Mitsui half- pleaded half-demanded. "I'm in enough trouble already."
Ignoring Mitsui, Miyagi continued, "I bet Rukawa doesn't really love Hanamichi."
Laughing, Mitsui decided to bluff it. "How about this? During these two weeks, I bet Rukawa WILL tell Hanamichi that he loves him!"
Miyagi shrugged. "Deal."
"Huh?" Mitsui did a double take. "Are you serious?"
"Very," Miyagi said with a small nod. "If I win, you'll stop playing people and treat them with more respect. You'll also do a live apology in the school's sound system."
"And if I win?"
"I know what you want from me." Miyagi said, turning his attention to the floor. He suddenly lost most of the courage that he had. "If you win, you'll get what you want."
Mitsui smiled. It was like killing two birds with one stone. "Are you sure about that? I saw a movie that had this exact scene and you know what? You're gonna lose."
Miyagi shrugged again, thankful that his nonchalance was still holding on. "I don't know about that." He realized he was running out of things to say. Ignoring his weak knees, he walked as casually as he can towards the door. "I think I'm gonna win this one." Once he reached the door, he looked back at Mitsui. "You don't even believe in the thing you're betting for."
Mitsui stared as the classroom door closed behind Miyagi. He had to admit, the point guard was right. He didn't believe in love and he didn't know what made him bet on it. Sighing, he looked out the window again. Rukawa was sitting under the tree. Judging by how hard Hanamichi was tugging on the rookie's arm; Mitsui guessed that Rukawa had fallen asleep.
Love? Mitsui scoffed. "I don't need love." With that, he picked up bag and left the classroom as well.
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