AFTER TALKING WITH FRIEND I DECIDED TO WRITE THIS. SORRY IF I OFFEND SOMEBODY OUT THERE

Sanada Genichirou, 15 years old. Looking straight forward to a certain person's bottom part. They were running laps, Yukimura buchou has ordered them to run 30 laps for a starter.

The legs in front of him are so white and strong; it is clear that the legs are in constant use and really soft but firm. The ass… is moving. Like a melody. Following it's owner running movement, it went up and down, juggling softly. And the middle part… Sanada could feel the blood flavour in his nose just by looking at that.

"Fukubuchou; what are you looking at? You are drooling." Niou whispered at Sanada's left ear, and blew a bit of air softly into Sanada's ear hole. Sanada's knee went weak and he stumbled for a moment. But he quickly regained his composure and shouted,

"Tarundorou! Shut up and be serious!"

"Yea, rite." Niou smirked and run slower, so that Sanada will go forward faster. He then spend the time playing with Yagyuu's hair after losing interest to tease his fukubuchou.

Sanada continued his previous enjoyment. Running laps is one part of the training he loves the most. Usually he would meet that pair of legs and the part above it moving straight in front of him; he likes to stare at them without being caught and let his imagination runs wild. He always keeps his eyebrow crooked, so people think he was thinking or just being serious at running laps.

He likes to stare… sometimes the movement of the legs and its upper parts could make him flew to a different world. Sometimes the legs sparkle. Sometimes it feels like they are the best piece of art in the world. Sometimes Sanada wonders maybe that legs are the best creature God's ever created.

He has no leg fetish; he has looked at other's legs and they never incur his interest like the pair in front of him. In Rikkai, where they wear uniform with long trousers, it may not be visible. But Sanada always looked at other students' feet whenever they were having gym subject. The short provide good ailment for legs-hunting. Many legs with different shapes, different amount of hair (funny how some people curl their leg hair), different fat content, different colour, different condition (sometimes Sanada could see some really gross people having so many scars and pimples on the skin of their legs) and different length. But nobody is perfect enough. Being a leg watcher for almost a year, he concluded that the best legs are the one which initiate him to become a leg critique in the first time.

The legs are firmly moving in front of him most of training time. That's why Sanada always suggested prolonging or adding day portion for the tennis club; he felt lonely in weekend because he couldn't meet those legs. He is trying his best to convince Yukimura to add Saturday and Sunday to their training time. Which is answered by Niou, Marui and Jackal with threat of reporting the abuse to human right society.

The legs in front of him stopped. He abruptly stopped, and his flying mind came back to his head.

"Ok, everyone; get ready into the court! First year picking balls, second year practice with the equipment and regulars come to court for match!" Yukimura's voice clear and strong filled the whole tennis court. People started to do what they were supposed to do. Sanada took out his racket. But he accidentally touched those legs while trying to reach his racket. And it is soft. Sheer heaven…

"Sanada, are you ok?" the owner of the legs asked him.

"Yes, I am fine, why?"

"then… why do you keep stroking my thigh?"

Sanada startled. He pulled back his hand quickly.

Yukimura smiled. "You can touch it tonight as long as you want."

Sanada blushed. END

HELL, I FORGOT WHAT IS THE SCIENTIFIC NAME FOR EAR HOLE…TOO LAZY TO SEARCH ANYWAY

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