Important note: Everything is in WESTERN ORDER. Meaning: first names first, no honorifics, etc. Cause Marisa goes off of the English manga. -nodnod-
Mkay, happy birthday Marisa! I'm two days late and more than a couple dollars short in both quality and quantity (though Laura said that you'd like it...) but um yeah...happy birthday. (And um...sorry for the crappy title. -.-" Oh, and um...you do like these two, right? I remember you fangirling over them most so...)
Kunimitsu Tezuka sat down on the bench at the bus stop and wiped the fog off of his glasses. It was a rather humid, rainy day out and he had been having trouble seeing all through school and tennis practice that day.
Thinking he was alone, Kunimitsu started muttering to himself, mainly just going over everything he had to do that night. As he put his glasses back on, he realized that he was not alone.
Sitting next to him on the bench, with his back to him, was a boy with crimson hair and headphones in. He was bopping his head to the music and humming under his breath. And for some reason he looked oddly familiar, though Kunimitsu couldn't quite put a finger on where he had seen the other boy.
Shrugging it off as déjà vu, he turned back to his muttering when he felt his cell phone vibrate from inside his pocket. Taking it out he looked at the number on the screen, only to find that it was unfamiliar.
Next to him, the crimson-haired boy swore under his breath and pressed buttons on his ringing cell phone.
Staring at the screen on his phone, Kunimitsu's curiosity got the better of him, and he pressed the 'accept call' button.
"Hello…?"
"Ah, um…" the voice from the other line seemed to be unsure of itself, and it echoed.
"Who is this?" Kunimitsu asked. He liked his phone calls short and to the point.
"Ah, um, well…" the echoing voice sounded panicked. "Sorry to bother you, wrong number." There was a beep and the echoing voice had hung up.
Next to him, Kunimitsu heard the crimson-haired boy sigh in relief before turning around, muttering to himself.
"I just hope he doesn't call back.. What would happen if Captain Tachibana fou-" it seemed the crimson-haired boy noticed Kunimitsu, as he visibly paled.
Kunimitsu then recognized the boy as fellow tennis player, Akira Kamio. Putting two and two together, he decided to question the younger boy.
"…And you have my cell phone number…why?"
"Ah, well, funny story. Um… about that," the boy fumbled nervously. Um…well, you see…I've got to go!" Fudomine's eighth grad speed demon took off running.
Kunimitsu sighed to himself. Fudomine was such a weird team.
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