A/N: I'm still alive! Whoo hoo! :D Lame title, I know. Random drabble, I guess. Based from [Something Sweet], yo~ I hope, after not being active for months, that my writing has improved~ I am resisting the urge to write purple proses, nyaa~
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
Prompt: Calendars?
Counting
By: the Neat Freak
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"Niou," Bunta says seriously, putting a hand on Niou's shoulder; the latter glances at him with an uninterested expression on his face.
"Hn?" Niou grunts.
"You're suddenly dating Sakurada Sayuki." It is a statement—not a question. The red head's eyes are wide, almost as if he had seen a ghost.
Niou shrugs casually. "So?"
"It had taken one meeting, Niou… one dreaded meeting for you to declare that she is a psychopath."
Niou nods approvingly. "She is."
Marui sighs exasperatedly, sending him a 'don't-you-get-it?' look.
"She slapped you when you first met, you dumb ass! And that was like…" Marui pauses for a moment, contemplating. "… four weeks ago!" he exclaims after much thought. "Now you're suddenly dating her? I mean, what the hell?!"
A ghost of a smile graces Niou Masaharu's lips.
"And," Niou says smoothly, "it had taken twenty-nine meetings with her for me to realize that I liked her—a lot."
There is silence between the two.
"… and still counting," Niou then adds as an afterthought.
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(owari)