Title: Never Friend Your Friends
Author: Darth Claire
Beta: argentdragon, akakurogin
Word Count: 278
Pairing: Sanada/Yukimura
Rating: PG for suggestive lines
Disclaimer: PoT is not mine.
Prompt from Miethrasongweaver Sanada/Yukimura: Livejournal
Note: This is my first time with Rikkai. Feel free to point out the mistakes.
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Sanada walked into the locker room noting the stares and stifled laughter of his teammates. Obviously, he had been too lenient on them lately if they felt relaxed enough to joke around right before a match. Forty extra laps should be enough to remind them that practice should be taken seriously. Sanada changed and took out his racket, drawing another round of snickering. He donned his hat and headed for the door.
"So when did you get an LJ, Fukubuchou?" Akaya asked, grinning. Yanagi cleared his throat as the rest of the team failed, once again, to contain their laughter.
Sanada paused and looked at Kirihara. "Last night. Yukimura set it up for me." His only public post had been the training schedule for the week. What could they possibly find funny about that?
Jackal leaned over and whispered something to Marui. "-probably meant Buchou's other racket," Marui whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
Kirihara frowned. "I don't get it." Marui leaned in and whispered something to his kouhai. Kirihara's eyes went wide as his senpai-tachi dissolved into helpless laughter.
Sanada gripped his racket tightly as he finally got the joke. He opened his mouth to tell them to go run laps but a voice cut in from behind him.
"Fifty laps! Now!" Yukimura ordered. The team ran out the door as quickly as they could. Sanada followed, assuming the laps applied to him as well. "Genichiro," Yukimura said. His tone sent a chill down Sanada's spine.
"Yes?"
"Remember to use filters when writing a personal entry," Yukimura said, his face reddening. "And my skin is not 'as fresh and pale as newly painted lines on a court'."