AN: Sorry, guys. The Drama Llama doesn't want to leave yet. He's still eating.

Haruka spent the entire morning hunting down Masami. During their morning break, Masami had escaped to the bathroom and Haruka couldn't do anything. During lunch, Masami rounded up a few girls and fled to the school's snack shop. Haruka was growing frustrated and she concluded that if she were to capture Masami, it would have to happen after classes were done.

Somehow, Haruka had managed to trap Masami in the classroom at the end of the day. It was a fairly simple trap and Haruka was sure that anyone could break out of the classroom but Masami had proved her wrong by being unable to break out of the room.

Currently, Masami was seated across the room with her arms folded, her legs crossed, and her eyes burning holes into the whiteboard in the front of the room. Haruka was stood on the opposite side of the room, fiddling anxiously with her fingers, unsure of how to approach the issue now that she had Masami in the same room with her.

"How have you been?" Haruka asked, her voice soft.

"...Fine."

Masami never could give someone the silent treatment; she was too kind for that.

"Did I do something to hurt you?"

"...Maybe."

"Will you tell me?"

Masami turned away and huffed. Haruka sighed and took a few steps.

"Was it because you sat on some popcorn at the movie theaters last month?"

"..."

"No? Okay...was it because I said that your green purse was ugly?"

"..."

"Did you happen to see me and Tomoe together?"

Masami's shoulders jerked and she seemed to be fighting the urge to turn around. Haruka carefully moved until she was at the desk adjacent to Masami. She sat down,

"Are you angry at me because I was alone with him?"

"No!" Masami whirled around and her eyes were filled with hot tears, "I'm angry because...because...he likes you!"

Haruka was completely taken by surprise as Masami's words echoed in the classroom. Masami drew her knees to her chest and she began weeping, her shoulders shaking with tears.

Haruka's mind was swirling. She was sure that Tomoe didn't like her; they were just friends and occasional coworkers.

"Masami, listen to me," Haruka gently placed her hands on Masami's shoulders, "Tomoe does not like me, okay? We're just friends."

"But...but he played with your hair!" Masami sobbed.

A flashback of Tomoe ruffling her hair played in Haruka's mind and she tried not to sigh loudly. Instead, she took a deep breath.

"Maybe the guy's got a hair fetish? I don't know, but Masami, would I make a move on the guy you like?"

"No…" Masami dried her eyes, "But it's not you...it's Tomoe. He's the one who likes you."

"Masami-"

"It's true! No matter how much I text him or call him or try to meet up with him, he always rejects me! But when you're with him, he touches your hair!"

Haruka was growing frustrated with Masami and she stood up, pacing around to calm herself.

"Masami, maybe the way you're pursuing him is a little...much. Remember what you told me? Always let the guy pursue you. If Tomoe wants to pursue you, he will. If he doesn't, well, it's his loss," Haruka sat back down beside Masami, "I know how much you like Tomoe but please don't put him above our friendship. Kyosuke likes me and I like him, too, but you are just as important to me as Kyosuke is."

"Well...about that…"