A/N: So this is just something that popped into my head while I was petting my cat and reading another fic, when the word 'stalking' came up. I've always wondered this myself, so tell me your thoughts.

Chapter summary: Hiyoshi always wondered if it still counted as 'stalking' if the person knew you were there.

Characters: Hiyoshi Wakashi, Atobe Keigo, Oshitari Yuushi, Ootori Choutaoru, Ibu Shinji, and an OC I thought of a long time ago but never bothered going into deeply

Pairings: Probably none, so take this how you will

It's 'deep love'

"Buchou, does it count?"

Atobe stared at his kohai for the longest two seconds he felt in his life. Of course, he knew about the boy's habits of not asking his questions or not making comments in detail, but he thought he'd gotten over that - or had some sense knocked into that strange mind of his - a long time ago.

"Does... what count?" He asked carefully, mindful of the slight gleam in the younger boy's eyes. Hiyoshi folded his hands behind his back.

"Stalking." He said simply. Atobe blinked once, twice, before rubbing his temples.

This child... "What about stalking?"

"Does it count if they know your stalking them? Or is it in a category all it's own?" He asked, tilting his head to the left. Atobe mentally counted to ten, already envisioning the possible conversations the boy had been having.

"... What brought this up?"

"Matsuoka from my class thinks it's not stalking if they notice you, just like how he says it's not cheating if you don't get caught." Hiyoshi said, pointing to another boy with blondish hair that ended in a light pink. Atobe raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't he that son of that military officer that comes in every year to explain the laws and how not to get caught breaking them?"

"Yuh."

He suddenly realized where this conversation was going, and where possibly 25% of where his kohai's IQ has been dropping to. The other 75%, he admits, is probably the fault of their team.

Best go along with it... He thought, sighing.

"Technically, it does count, since even if they know your there, it was still intended for you not to be seen. Therefore, it is stalking." Hiyoshi blinked.

"Okay." He said, before turning around and walking back to his classmate. Atobe sighed.

"Perhaps I should drop into his class from time to time..."

"What are you mumbling about now, Atobe?"

Said boy turned around to look at the speaker. Oshitari looked back with a small smirk, possibly having overheard his conversation with their team's future captain.

"You know, he's crazy enough, I don't think popping into his class where he's mostly 'normal' would be a very good idea, especially because of the attention it could attract. And you know he hates attention." Atobe sighed.

"If he hates it so much, he best keep his mouth shut when he knows it's going to bring up strange topics. Especially when it's going to bring up strange topics."

Oshitari chuckled. "You know, I think it's cute how he can ask such odd questions with such a straight face. He's just curious about the world, you know." Atobe shook his head.

"Curiosity is going to lead us all to our doom if he keeps it up."

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Matsuoka Makoto looked up from his book, folding the corner and stuffing it into his soccer bag. Hiyoshi looked at him, a small smirk on his face.

"So?" He asked, brushing his pinkish-blond hair out of his eyes. "What'd he say?"

"Atobe-buchou says it still counts, since it's intended." He replied. "Your dad is a military officer, shouldn't you know this?"

"My dad is the most fucked up officer you can get. Remember that lecture he gave us on metal detectors and how to avoid being scanned by one?"

"Ah, right." Hiyoshi said. "So how's the head?"

Makoto huffed. "Still hurts like hell," He smirked, "but hey, seeing coach's face when I managed to kick the ball high enough to shatter class 3-C's window was totally worth a ball to the head. Even if it came from a retired soccer pro."

Hiyoshi shook his head. He attracted the strangest characters, teammates and tennis circuit included. "You really need to take up a less... damaging sport. For the good of the school, if not for your coach's mental health."

"I don't know if I should cheer or be offended that you didn't mention me at all in that list." He frowned. "But hey, the only other thing I can play is Go, and we don't have a team for that. Besides, I need to get rid of all this energy."

"You could try transferring it to your brain so you won't have to cram every night before a test and barely pass the grade with a C average." Hiyoshi said plainly. Makoto frowned.

"You know, that was the longest suggestion on what I should do with my brain that anyone's ever given me. And hey, I have a B in biology!" Hiyoshi raised an eyebrow.

"And geometry?" He asked. Makoto opened his mouth to speak, but shut it and wore a scowl.

"I hate you sometimes. You and your 'I don't give a damn' atmosphere."

Hiyoshi shrugged. "Everyone does."

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"So my captain says it still counts as stalking, even if they know your stalking them."

Shinji decided not to point out the several looks they received for his friend's statement. Why he brought this up, he didn't know. Nor did he know why they had met up to review homework when they went to different schools.

"So... it does count is what your saying." He raised an eyebrow. Hiyoshi shrugged.

"Apparently. I don't know how reliable Atobe-buchou's word can be, so I'm just going with whatever I can get."

"Oh... kay." He honestly did not know what to say to that. Choutarou chuckled lightly in between them, shaking his head.

"Wakashi, I don't think I want to know what you and Makoto-kun were talking about to bring this up, but maybe you two should avoid this topic for a while." He said, smiling. Despite his words, he'd admit any day that, honestly, his friends were sometimes rather entertaining. Hiyoshi rolled his eyes.

"Tell that to him, he's the one that said he'd look it up the moment he got home." Shinji raised an eyebrow.

"Whoever this guy is, I have to meet him, if he's crazy enough to be able to put up with you during class." Hiyoshi sipped his drink.

"Oh, he's crazy. In a good way, though."

xXxXxXx

"Your kidding me, nothing?"

"Couldn't get any results?"

Makoto grumbled, shifting the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he glared at his laptop screen. "No, everything that came up was advice on what to do while in the situation."

"Nothing else?"

"Nope." He scrolled through the links, barely giving them a glance before closing the tab. He sighed. "I still say it's classified as deep love."

"Stop reading manga, your enough of a weirdo as it is."

"Then a weirdo I shall be, and I will accept the title with pride." Or as much pride as a middle school boy could sustain before he finally cracked. Which was, to his best knowledge, quite a few years ago.

"So... why did you call?"

He hummed. "Nee-chan is out, so I'm lonely." He grinned.

"Hug your cat or something." Click. Beep... Beep... Makoto sighed.

"Fine, maybe I will..."

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A/N: So I may not like his as much as Kenta, but I definitely like Makoto's design. His hair color kept changing, but I couldn't decide on one I liked. So I mixed them. Yup, the colors I was deciding between for another male OC were pink and yellow. Totally normal. Like with Kenta, though, I totally forgot what name I gave him, only that it started with an 'M'. So I used what came to mind. I actually couldn't decide between baseball or basketball, so I decided that since I hate them both, I'd pick something I used to love playing. Before I decided I sucked. Anyways, elemetary school fails aside, the topic went all over the place again and ended with something about cats. And Choutaoru only got one line. Probably a lot shorter than it looks on my wordpad, but it's late, and I have summer school. I hate geometry.