Kirihara pulled his club shirt over his stomach
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Kirihara pulled his club shirt over his stomach. Thinking the weather warm enough, he decided against the Regulars' jacket, banging his locker door shut with a pepped up cheer. Not even his demonic reputation stopped him from practically bouncing out the door to meet his beloved senpai-ta—
"Ten point twenty-fifteen minutes late," Yanagi announced, causing the whole club to turn towards Kirihara, who almost squirmed at the unwanted attention.
"…oh for chrissake," the second year murmured, exasperatedly. In a loud enough voice. And by loud enough, his voice was loud enough for a certain vice captain—conveniently standing just behind the Rikkai ace—to hear it.
"AKAYA!"
Whipping around fast, he yelped. "F-Fukubuchou! What're you doing there?" he asked in a whiny tone.
"TEN LAPS FOR BEING LATE AND FIVE MORE FOR TALKING BACK!"
"But I didn't talk back!"
With a traumatic face, Sanada raised a hand threateningly—all the while resisting the urge to snap back with, "You did now."
Kirihara squeaked and took off.
A couple of minutes, some screams, clanging metals, bouncing balls, honking, flying rackets, chicken feet, some more screams, and an eardrum-shattering, "FIFTY LAPS NOW!" later had Niou catching up to his kouhai.
"Hey, brat," he greeted and slowed his pace to match the other's.
"What did you do?" Kirihara asked warily.
"Something evil."
"Oh." Pondering on that took a few more seconds. Then, "Did someone die?"
Niou snorted. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"No way!" he disclaimed. "…In the movies, maybe. But that's it."
"Chicken."
Pause… "I AM NOT!"
…
"Oh my gawd, you're mocking me, aren't you?"
"Seems like it," Niou replied with a smirk.
-rikkai-
Turning down a street, the black-haired boy glared. "It's you."
Standing by the corner—right THERE—with his usual smirk, was Niou Masaharu himself. Apparently with nothing better to do than bother the hell out of their team's baby. "'Sup brat?"
"Stop calling me that, senpai." He brushed past the older boy.
Who promptly followed.
"What the heck are you doing?" the second year hissed.
Niou raised an eyebrow. "I'm obviously following you. As a favour to our dearly departed Jackal."
Kirihara's eyes bugged out. "Jackal-senpai died?"
"…Remember when you asked me if I killed anyone?"
"…"
Smirk.
"…You liar."
Niou shrugged. "Meh. Off on vacation in cricket-knows-where."
"Kuri… ketto?" Kirihara blinked. "The hell? Like purikura?"
The trickster chuckled.
"What?"
"I go this way," he un-replied. "See you tomorrow, brat." He walked off at that, leaving his kouhai speechless.
Yellow! 8'D Been a long-ish time since the last I posted… which isn't really much of a post. Ah well…
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