Author Uozumi
Genre General
Rating G
Summmary Everyone knew when Yukimura Seiichi had visitors. Rikkaidai fic. Gen.
An elementary school child sniffled and tugged at his ear. Every since he got up that morning, his ear had been stopped up, throbbing, and he could not hear anything out of it. His mother kept tight hold of his small hand as they entered the waiting room to the children's wing. His eye was also beginning to puff up and when he looked at himself in the door, he saw it was bright pink.
His mother stopped short and looked around. There were only six chairs in the waiting room, all taken by other mothers and children, three others standing up. Blinking, she looked at the receptionist who only sighed. "'That child' has visitors today," the receptionist answered the unspoken question.
In a room not far away, fourteen-year-old Yukimura Seiichi laughed, seven boys wearing the Rikkaidai Fuzukoku school uniform sitting around him. Six of the chairs had come from the nearby waiting room. There was an untouched bag sitting on his bed filled with the work he missed. They only had five more minutes until someone came to reclaim the chairs and chase most of them out. They were all thirteen to fifteen and the concept that other people might want the chairs was not an issue.
None of them spoke about tennis or the upcoming tournament. That was a topic everyone knew and wondered whether their captain would be well enough to participate in it. Instead they traded stories about what was happening in school.
Someone had set off a small cherry bomb in the girls lavatory that afternoon, which caused a ruckus in the first-year wing. There were rumors it was a first-year boy who looked a lot like a small girl, but Marui jokingly maintained it was Kirihara.
Other than that the large school had been unusually quiet. The only real news was that the headmaster might be transferring somewhere else, but no one really knew. Before they could launch into just general chatter, a nurse appeared at the door. She was straight as a rod without any hips to speak of, her graying hair done up in a simple bun. The wrinkles around her mouth gave her a stern appearance, but her dark eyes were soft. "Okay, you," she spoke to the group crowded around Yukimura, "out."
It was becoming ritual. Gone were the early whining and dragging of feet, but each teenager picked up their stolen chair and started to march out of the door, throwing farewells to their captain as they left. Last to leave was always Sanada who always managed to take the one chair that was supposed to stay in Yukimura's room.
After the boys cleared out, the nursed gave Yukimura a smile that looked more awkward than it was before closing the door behind her. Leaning back against his pillow, Yukimura watched the door a moment before reaching into his bag to start on his work.