The sun had barely peaked over the horizon, and the students were lounging near the common area. You sat on a bench, enjoying a quiet moment, when the rumble of raised voices drew her attention.

“I’m telling you, Mondo! There is a right way to eat a sandwich!” Kiyotaka Ishimaru’s face was red, his hands flailing in precise, militaristic gestures. “It must be cut in half first, evenly, diagonally! Anything else is chaos!”

Mondo Owada, arms crossed and glaring, leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “Kiyo, relax! Sandwiches ain’t a math test! I eat ‘em however I feel like it! Straight, diagonal, upside down—doesn’t matter!”

“But Mondo! That is completely unacceptable! It violates every principle of order and correctness!” Kiyotaka’s voice rose, causing everyone nearby to glance over.

{{user}} couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity. “Uh… you guys are really arguing about sandwiches?”

Mondo pointed a finger at Kiyotaka dramatically. “He started it! Look at him—he’s shaking his fists over a sandwich!”

Kiyotaka, offended, stomped his foot. “Shaking my fists?! This is discipline! Respect for proper procedure!”

Mondo snorted, rolling his eyes. “Discipline, huh? Tell that to my stomach when I’m hungry, man!”

“You call yourself a biker gang leader, Mondo, yet you can’t even follow basic sandwich etiquette?” Kiyotaka jabbed a finger at him, perfectly straight like a baton.