The Little Things

It had always been the little things. The nod of encouragement, the yelling, the pressure, his friends. The cans piled up in the corner of his room, the hours of practice, his family, the team, travelling near and far, speaking other languages, that arrogant smirk. The burgers, sushi, western breakfasts, confidence, arrogance. His carefree attitude, his subtle respect, his constant challenges. The annoying whines, the losses, the victories.

Everything.

Ryoma sat with his head propped up on his fist, school book on the fold-out table and pencil in his hand. It had been a while since he had read an English book. Magazines didn't count. Part of him was excited to go back to America, where he was born and raised, but the other part wanted to stay in Japan.

He turned the page of 'The Lightkeeper's Daughter' and sighed. There was a long flight ahead and he had yet to figure out just who picked out the school novels. He may as well have gotten started on his books. His mother would pressure him into reading them once he got back anyway.

Marking any important point or word he had forgotten in the book, he looked out the window. He saw the rough shape of a tennis court and a school, looking entirely familiar. The tiny people were all moving around in a way that almost looked like laps.

Laps. Oh how half of his painful memories were combined with laps. Inui juice. Ryoma shuddered at the thought.

Ryoma turned further toward the window, curling up just slightly. With a yawn, he closed his eyes, memories of the friends he treasured so much floating through his gentle dreams.

Screw books. School could wait. It was the little things that counted in life anyway.

(Little drabble/oneshot sort of thing I came up with in boredom. Hope you like it. Honestly, I've been desperate for summer holidays to be over (It is, finally!). I'm such a nerd. XD

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