Masato was many things.

He was an idol, an heir, an actor, a pianist. He was a good grandson and a caring brother. He served to be one of the voices of reason in Starish, and he was also Ren's good friend regardless of their occasional banters. Ah yes – the blue-haired male was many things and his humbled attitude earned him the respect and admiration from others.

Today, Masato became another thing: a cleverly disguised regular citizen who was out in town under the mercy of so-called "friends." Said "friends" were Ren and Reiji (who took the body of Ranmaru) and the two wore a...flashier get-up. They weren't as cleverly disguised even though it was idol protocol to do so when they went out in public. The two didn't seem to care and strutted down the street with the pianist in the middle.

Needless to say, Masato was suffering and he heavily contemplated on his choices.

"Was it really necessary for you to dress like that?" The pianist asked for what seemed like the eighth time.

"Nobody knows who we are so it's fine. Rei-chan was the one who suggested it anyway." Ren replied in a nonchalant manner.

Masato sighed. The goofy senior was having too much fun doing un-Ranmaru things including the rocker's way of dressing and of fucking course Ren joined the bandwagon of the Questionable Attire Alliance. Reiji was wearing a bright orange jacket that was a tad too poofy for a nice day, a pair of brown jogger pants, a fuzzy neon green beanie which hid silver hair, and a pair of round opaque sunglasses. Overall, the eldest looked like a walking carrot with glasses.

Ren wasn't any better – the flirt was wearing a pink Hawaiian shirt with yellow floral prints, baggy jersey shorts, white knee-high socks, and brown sandals. His orange hair had been tied into a messy man bun and he had his identity hidden with a pair of silver aviators. Masato wasn't sure what the other's ridiculous get-up was supposed to be; perhaps an 'I-took-whatever-I-can-get' theme.

"It's hard to not notice the both of you." Masato said. Sure their outfits weren't something Ranmaru and Ren would wear on a regular basis but it never failed to catch attention and head-turns.

"Aw don't worry so much, Masayan!" Reiji exclaimed. "We're professionals when it comes to going incognito!"

"Yeah. You should've joined the fun." Ren added.

'Haha I'd rather take over dad's company.' Masato thought. Among the three, he was wearing a more normal disguise which comprised of a white dress shirt, black slacks, and black leather shoes. He wore a pair of glasses and he also had a shaggy black wig on. He kind of resembled a butler, more so if he had tucked his shirt in and wore a bowtie. Although his attire wasn't entirely casual, he had a higher chance of blending in with the crowd than the two clowns for companions. Masato only hoped that everything would go smoothly and they would return to the dormitory as soon as possible. Ren was a handful and according to Tokiya, so was Reiji...

Oh boy.

"We're only going out for lunch." Masato pointed out. "May I know the reason for your outfits?"

Something about the way those two shared knowing looks, like they had a secret agenda, made Masato dread for his life. Reiji was known to be the prankster of Quartet Night and Masato could testify to that after seeing Ranmaru with green colored hair one time. Ren, despite being smooth and suave, had a childish side which the pianist had to misfortune to experience it first-hand. The blue-haired idol silently prayed to whatever god was up there that he would survive this situation unscathed and with his sanity intact.

...

Sadly, the odds were against him.

"Well, Hijirikawa," Ren purred. "While you were doing your calligraphy, Rei-chan and I decided to have a little contest."

Masato paled. 'I should've known!'

"Yeah, yeah!" Reiji's voice chimed in. "A contest to see who's the better flirt!"

"....pardon?"

"Ren-chan here has quite the reputation of being the campus Casanova and he didn't deny it either! I'll have the two of you know that I have my fair share in winning the hearts of the ladies!" Reiji exclaimed proudly.

The saxophonist slung an arm around his blue-haired companion. "So what better way to find out who the better flirt is, than to have a little competition?"

The maracas senpai mimicked Ren. "It's simple, really. The two of us show up in questionable attire and we'll see who can get the most numbers of the females using pick-up lines."

"...pick-up lines?"

"Yes." Ren said, and as if reading his mind, added, "Of course we'll be careful not to expose our identity. Ah, should we include that in the rules, Rei-chan?"

"First one to be identified loses AND buys dinner?"

"You're on!"

'No, no, no!' Masato thought in panic. 'This cannot be happening!'

Ah but it was! Five minutes later, Masato found himself rushed inside a café and his companions were trying to 'win the hearts of the ladies' with an onslaught of pick-up lines.

"Is this the afterlife? 'Cause I could've sworn I died in your arms."

"Are you an angel? Because you're the definition of one."

"How should I call you? By your name or with your number?"

"Is your lipstick kissproof? Eh? You're not sure? Then how 'bout you kiss me to test it?"

"Are you coffee? 'Cause you keep me up all night."

"If you were a thief, I'd gladly give you my heart. Heck, you can have my last name as well."

"It's still morning right? Then tell me why I see the stars in your eyes?"

"Did you know that your soulmate's hand fits perfectly in yours? No? Then why don't we try it out?"

"Darling, I'll buy you all the lipsticks in the world if you let me ruin it when I kiss you."

"Do you know a nice place for a date? Is that so? I'll see you later then~"

"I'd call you if I had your number so how about it?"

'I miss Kurosaki-senpai.' Masato thought as he sank deeper in his chair due to the second-hand embarrassment he felt upon hearing those ridiculous pick-up lines. To make matters worse than it already was, the two flirts were intent on winning and spouted phrases which were getting cheesier by the second. At this point, Masato wouldn't mind if the ground were to crack open and swallow him whole if it meant freedom from this shenanigan.

Seeing that Ren and Reiji were not at all stopping any time soon and his own death was fast approaching, the blue-haired idol sent an SOS to the hero-type member of Starish (who also had his hands full with his new senpai AND with his bandmate.)

"Hurry and rescue me..." The pianist muttered in desperation as he picked up a newspaper to shield himself from what looked like disaster. He cringed at Ren's "If you were my homework, I'd do you so well tonight" and Reiji's "I guarantee you that I can make you scream louder than a spider prank".

Masato knew he needed something to distract himself until help could arrive. "Waiter!"

"Yes sir?"

"Do you have anything good to accompany this tea and my poor life choices?"

The waiter looked at the idol in incognito, at the crowd of estrogen gathering around two strangely dressed men, then back at Masato. "My deepest sympathy sir. One blueberry cheesecake coming right up."

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Heaven knows where these pick-up lines came from. 

Hello dear reader! The Switch II had finally been updated! Arigathanks muchas gracias everyone for your continuous support! It makes so me happy to know that my stories made you laugh, and that you enjoyed reading it :)

Ah, it might take a while for me to update this since there's a fanfic I want to work on for a good friend of mine. Don't worry - next chapter is gonna be a blast!