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Straying Thoughts

Musashi sighed. Hiruma wasn't paying attention again. All he did these days was stare at some underclassman. It was irritating, really.

"Hiruma?"

No answer.

"Hiruma!"

"What, fucking old man!" The blonde snapped his head around to glare and was promptly hit in the face with a football. Hiruma rubbed his sore nose and gave his friend a look that promised pain.

"Playing this game was your idea in the first place, so pay attention damn it. If the kid's so distracting invite him over."

"What kid?" Hiruma went back to staring at the brunette.

Musashi slapped a hand to his forehead in frustration. Why did he hang out with people like this?