"Oh my goodness, no." Fumiko and Sakamoto were standing out like a sore thumb, making it easier for Hayabusa to find, but harder to approach. The two were arguing and Sakamoto was holding something. Squinting his eyes, Hayabusa now see that the "something" was a frilly pink dress. Which explained why Fumiko, of all people, is shouting and running.

Hayabusa examined the basketball Vice-captain and noticed she was wearing dark grey sweatpants, and a black crop top with long sleeves. Her hair was tied up into a sleek ponytail. His stare turns toward Sakamoto, who was wearing his school uniform, which caused the blonde to arch his eyebrow slightly.

"Fumiko...a proper girl should dress like a young girl going on a date for the first time."

"Well sorry for you, I'm not a proper girl! I'm a wild, badass as I like to say it, woman." Fumiko was dodging Sakamoto's fancy moves as he looked like he was posing with the dress. His pose made the dress look like it was actually being worn by someone and everyone saw illusions of him waltzing with a beautiful woman in a pink frilly dress. Everyone but Fumiko who saw absolute dread in it. "Besides! I don't want to hear that from someone who is wearing his school uniform to the amusement park!"

Hayabusa slowly stepped back, in attempt to stay away and go home before it was too late. Unfortunately, Fumiko's eyes landed on his blonde fashioned hair, and immediately darted towards him.

"Haaaayyyyyaaaabbbuuuuuusssaaaa!" She ran after him like a starving tiger that found it's prey. Sensing he was in for an unwanted conflict, the yankee began to sprint away from the lazy girl who is currently escaping Sakamoto, who was holding a pink frilly dress and running in the most charming and unique way. As expected of perfectionist Sakamoto.

It was an amusing and entertaining sight for the other pedestrians as they see three teens running and sprinting, as if they were running in a marathon. Their running wasn't the most amusing part. Rather, it was the shouting, the style of running, and the expressions.

"Why are you chasing me?" Hayabusa shouted, too nervous to look back.

"Well, why are you running away?" Fumiko looked back before looking forward with bloodshot eyes that seemed to scream: Shoot me now.

"Because I don't want unwanted attention!"

"Well we're earning lots right now if you don't stop, goddammit! And the scary thing isn't me…" Fumiko ran faster and faster as she noticed Sakamoto's steady increase in pacing. She caught up to Hayabusa with a rather ugly complexion on her face.

"That thing is." The two looked back to see that not only has Sakamoto's pace sped up, but his weird poses did too. Now he looked like Buddha with the numerous arms sprouting out, due to the afterimages. The dress he was holding out left after images too, making it look like a lotus.

"Oh my God...what is that thing?" Hayabusa sweatdropped as the two both faced forward.

"See? It's not ME you should be running away from. It's HIM."

"Wait why is he chasing you?"

"Because he wants me to wear a pink frilly dress?"

"..." Hayabusa stopped running. It looks like he was in the safe zone in the first place and the only one dangerous for him...is Fumiko.

"What the hell are you doing?" Fumiko was jogging in one place as she waited for the yankee. He was going to be her sacrifice if Sakamoto caught her so she can't let her escape plan escape first.

"This doesn't really involve me so…" Hayabusa shrugged as he watched the Buddha slow down and jog in place next to him.

"Ah...Senpai. Are you perhaps the other male friend invited to accompany Fumiko to the amusement park?"

"Er...yes. Um...about the other day, I'm so-"

"No need to apologize. In fact, would you mind helping me with cornering Fumiko into the train station so we can go to the amusement park?" Sakamoto handed Hayabusa another dress...this time, it was baby blue summer dress. Puzzled, but still feeling obligated to obey, Hayabusa took the dress and Sakamoto pushed up his glasses.

"Fumiko's plan today was to procrastinate and drag us around...with no actual intention to go to the amusement park. Which is why I'm cornering her with this method." Sakamoto flashed another pose. Hayabusa looked at the girl who was raising her arm in the shape of an "X". Probably motioning him to turn down whatever deal Sakamoto was offering. But if they weren't going...Fumiko had wasted Hayabusa's Saturday. And she's going to pay.

Smirking, the two boys began to advance forward and Fumiko glared at the upperclassmen. She inhaled deeply and shouted out at him, while flipping her middle finger: "YOU GODDAMN TRAITOR!" She then dashed off and the two boys began chasing proceeded to do so until she was backed up, against the station, with no where to go. Cursing Fumiko turned around and pointed at the two of them as she slowly took out her transit card.

"Back off…" Fumiko's hand quivered as she was gripping onto the card. "Or I will use this."

With glinting eyes, the two boys paid no heed and advanced. Because her using the card was just what they needed. Or not. Fumiko threw her card at them and Sakamoto gracefully caught it. For a moment of enjoyable silence, Fumiko laughed out of triumph.

"You thought I was going to go to the train? Hell no. I ain't so cowardly to- Hey. What are you doing?" Fumiko's sassy side died down as she watch Sakamoto tuck away the dresses into his bag and slowly walked to the transaction.

"Let's go Senpai. Fumiko's paying for our trip. How kind."

Realizing at what she had done, Fumiko darted through the doors the moment Sakamoto touched the scanner with the card and she snatched it. Smirking and waving her card in the air she scoffed: "Haha...now I won't need to pay for you. Because I technically paid myself to…" Fumiko was puzzled for a moment as both Hayabusa and Sakamoto crossed over. "Board the train…" The two boys glanced at her before she sighed in defeat and followed them. "To the amusement park. You got me."

As they boarded the train, they all stood by the exit. Fumiko looking out, with her earbuds in, and had a "this was not how it was supposed to be" look on her face. Sakamoto was helping out an old lady and earning coos from females of all ages at how sweet, cool and mature he was. Hayabusa was also earning a lot of attention...especially with girls their age and in college.

"What are you doing?" Hayabusa arched an eyebrow at Fumiko who was moving her upper body weirdly.

"Dodging the flying hearts sent towards you." Fumiko jabbed her thumb at the direction of fangirls who were admiring Hayabusa's stylish foreigner look. Hayabusa looked at that direction, earning earsplitting shrieks as the people around them winced.

"Well, Mr. Hayabusa…"Fumiko leaned forward, with one of her earbuds out. She was posing her hand, as if she was holding a microphone. "How does it feel to be popular?" Fumiko smirked as she stretched out her hand, offering the "microphone". Amused, Hayabusa decided to play along. He grabbed her wrist and leaned down, speaking into the microphone: "It's not as bad...one I see Sakamoto's hoard of fans."

The two looked at the person they were talking about, seeing several girls take photos of him and asking random questions. They all seemed to shriek and faint as Sakamoto tucked a strand of hair behind a girl's ear saying: "Girls should properly take care of themselves." Sakamoto gave a pointed stare at Fumiko's direction. The honey coloured girl rolled her eyes and Hayabusa snickered.

"Pfft…I do take care of myself." Fumiko tossed her hair.

"Mindlessly charging into the base of my group? ." Hayabusa retorted.

"What? Bro...what do you meaaannn? You saw how your underlings were in my control." Fumiko waved her arms around, emphasizing her point: "Are you crazy?" Sighing, Hayabusa averted his gaze and replied: "Well what if they were physically stronger?"

Fumiko arched her eyebrows then smirked. "Buddy...life isn't just about physical strength." She then pointed her index finger at her brain. "Life is about brains as well. I'll figure something out if something happens."

"Oh? What if something happens and can't be fixed?"

"Bruh…" Fumiko leaned forward and grabbed his shirt, bringing his face close to the dangerous smile on hers. "I'd do something before that happens." She then lets go and yawned, plugging in her earbuds with a nonchalant, lazy gaze. Hayabusa straightener his black t shirt and looked sideways at Sakamoto, who quietly began reading. Hayabusa sighed and waited for the arrival of their destination.