Because I love Mocchi and Sasshi

I be making weird pairs forever. "orz
Important Note!This story is way before Maeda entered Majijo, which means everyone are enemies with each other and yes- Yuko is alive.
PrologueWota, the leader of Team Hormone, sat silently inside the classroom alone. It was still early in the morning, thus there were no other students or rather, Yankees around yet. Well they were a few, but some of them decided to spend their early morning by the school ground, probably searching for someone to fight with.
She was about to give in with her drowsiness and take a quick nap- her teammates weren’t around yet, and she was still sleepy for waking up so early, so she thought that it wouldn’t do any harm if she does so, but then,
“You know, for a leader, you’re quite weak.”
That simple line made the said leader turn her head up immediately before it hit the table, her eyes darting at the culprit- a girl with a red kimono tied by her waist along with an odd red painting trailing by her cheek up to her nose, and another following her eyebrows as if it was used to make it look thicker.
It may be true that she was weak, but Wota has always hated hearing that word being thrown to her from another person. Only she can call herself weak.
As though she could see Wota’s frown even though she was holding it in, the culprit, Kokabuki, smiled at her teasingly as she crossed her arms. She laid her back by the door frame soon after,
“What do you want?” Wota spat out angrily, “Here to annoy me just because your older ‘sister’ is not here yet?”
The younger Kabuki only let out a chuckle in response as she walked closer to the girl in green. She rested as hand on the table before her soon after, “Don’t tell me you’re mad now…” She paused, “Are you?” watching Wota purse her lips into a thin line and furrow her browse down amazed the younger Kabuki a little. She smiled even more, “If you want, I can teach you.”
“Ha?”
Wota’s reply came in fast; she even looked at Kokabuki as if she was crazy, “You? Teach me?” She huffed smugly, “Heh. What are you going to teach me? Your weird dances?”
“Normally, I would take that as an insult.” Kokabuki inched her face closer to the Wota, her smile now invisible as her expression became more serious than earlier. Wota moved her head back at this, but didn’t look away nonetheless, “But today, you’re lucky.”
Wota frowned,
“I’ll teach you, Wota…”
Kokabuki smiled once again, but this time, it was warmer
“I’ll teach you how to fight.”