When Toudou Jinpachi first met Makishima Yuusuke, sparks flew. At least that's how Toudou remembers it. Makishima doesn't clearly recall anything before their third or fourth race; Toudou is the one who keeps track of their score after all. 7 wins. 7 losses.

Makishima was there to prove himself. To prove that his style -as strange and unsightly as it was- could carry him -would carry him- to the peak -to every peak- faster than anyone else. Truth be told, it had probably stopped being about road racing somewhere along the way. Possibly during one of those practices when his senpai tried so diligently to correct his strange dancing style. It probably ran a lot deeper than that for him, although he had never put in into words -nor would he ever. It probably had something to do with his hair or his birthmarks. Or maybe his verbal tick. Yeah, probably.
Makishima Yuusuke had something to prove; he couldn't be bothered to look into who the most popular competitor was for this one small race.

Toudou on the other hand, had nothing to prove. As far as he was concerned, he'd already proven himself. He was the most popular guy in school, the best climber in the area (until that day at least), and his beauty was unmatched, ask anyone. He had nothing to prove because he was already the best and everyone knew that.

As if it weren't enough that he pretended he hadn't heard of me, he went as far as to insult my headband! That weird beetle!

With that combo-attack before the race and the finishing blow as he watched the other cross the finish line before him, he'd never be able to forget the strange, awkward, green-haired kid who'd wounded his pride.

Great, he's one of those loud, nosy types. What on earth did I do to deserve this? I just wanted to climb on my own…

He probably would have easily forgotten the awkward encounter. That loud, headband wearing brat might have marched right out of his life that day and Makishima would have never again thought about that ridiculously white headband again.

"Maki-chaan!"

It was probably some sort of magical power that allowed him to find his eternal rival so easily. That, or he was just a stalker. Yeah, probably a stalker.

"Remind me again why I let a total stranger call me by nickname…?"

"Only because I'm the most beautiful stranger you've ever laid eyes on!" he shot back without missing a beat.

It was probably out of embarrassment that he always pretended he didn't even know the obnoxious guy who followed him around tirelessly. Everyone knew Hakone's most beautiful climber. Everyone. He surely just felt awkward next to someone as beautiful as him. Surely that was it.