A/N: I have no idea how I came up with the title. Random much? This was originally going to be a SanaNiou story but I changed it since it seemed more natural for Kirihara to do...what he did.
For Sanada, love and tennis were similar. In tennis, you were either a winner of a loser depending if you won you match or not. If you won, you were a winner. If you lost, you were a loser. If you somehow tied, both players were losers. In tennis, you could never tie. It was unacceptable.
For love, if you got along with your other and wanted to spend every waking moment with them and never get tired of their presence, that was a winner. If you always fought or one of the pair cheated with someone else, that was considered a loser.
While his tennis was full of winners, Sanada's love life was full of losers. Every girl he had tried to form a winner with always seemed to be interested in rising popularity, trying to get closer to Seiichi, trying to have sex with him, or trying to get their boyfriend jealous and take them back.
After eighteen years of losers, Sanada had given up trying to find his winner. It just didn't seem possible. He had given up hope but he wouldn't let it show. The tough fukubuchou of Rikkaidai would never show his despair to anyone.
But, it all changed one day after practice. Sanada had just finished his shower and someone, probably Niou, had given Kirihara sugar. The second year had found Sanada's boxer, placed the elastic around his head so the short part of it was sticking straight up, and was running around the locker room screaming that he was the underwear king and demanded that all underwear be given to him.
Now, this wouldn't have been a problem if Sanada's mother hadn't packed the boxers with the teddy bear print and had sharpie-d his name onto the waistband for all to see. If she had packed a different pair Sanada could just settle for yelling at Kirihara to give them back or he would run laps. In this situation, Sanada needed to catch the little demon as soon as possible.
Holding the towel at his waist, Sanada dodged through the remaining tennis club members to try and catch the hyper second year. When Sanada grabbed onto the back of Kirihara's shirt, as fate would have it, he tripped causing the two of the to fall. During his own fall, Kirihara had done a one-eighty and landed on his back while Sanada just fell straight and landed with a crack on Kirihara.
Lifting himself up ever so slightly, Sanada winced, that would leave bruise in the morning. No doubt had he broken one of Kirihara's ribs from all the muscle that had landed on him. Taking a look at Kirihara's face, he noticed it was his first time being so close to the second year and he looked...cute…Despite having a look of utter pain on his face.
Perhaps, he could find a winner in Kirihara.