Physical Attraction (only because I am a loser and cannot come up with a better title)

Sendoh's ex-girlfriend comes back for revenge, only to fall in love all over again. Erm, buahahahaha?

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"Look, Barbie –"

Blink.

"You're a nice girl, but –"

Blink.

"There's just no… No – What's that thing I fail again?"

Blink.

"Ah, yes – There's just no physics between us."

Blink. Sniff. Choke. Breathe.

"But Akira," Barbie sobbed. "You topped the level at Physics!"

"Well – well –" Sendoh racked his brains for something smart to say. "Physics! You know, gravity. Depends on how fat you are. You're too fat, see. Er – no – wait – yeah! Physical attraction!"

"But I'm PRETTY." She sniffled, crystal tears glistening in her ever-shining deep, blue eyes. (Use XYZ Brand Coloured Contact Lenses now! Call 6-3521880 for more details on the BUY-ONE-GET-A-MILLION-FREE DEAL!)

"Er – There's no chemistry, yeah. You know – You're Z and I'm A. That sort of crap. Put us together and the world's going to explode? Yeah." He shrugged. "So I'll er – see you around? Kaythanksbye."

Slinging his bag over his shoulder where it was before Barbie ambushed him in the deserted corridor, he continued his journey to training (only because Taoka-sensei threatened to change his jersey number to 16).

"Wait! What do you mean?" She shrieked and ran after him.

"It means, dear, that we've broken – ARGH." He'd only vaguely heard the 'riiiiiip' before the contents of his new sports bag came vomiting out of it like diarrhea. "For the last time, Mihoshi, spare me a life and get yourself one."

He called out to nobody in particular.

"Well, I did warn you against dumping girls in deserted corridors. It congests traffic." The Mihoshi girl stepped out from behind the door of an unused classroom.

"My dear, you already said it was a deserted corridor. What traffic is there to congest?" He asked, clearly exasperated. For some reason which was beyond his definition of 'reasonable', she absolutely enjoyed embarrassing him in public, whether it was in front of one person, the entire school, or herself. But since she had limited creativity, most of the time all she did was cut the bottom of his bag.

"… … …" She opened her mouth a few times, but nothing came out. "… FINE." As she was about to storm off in the other direction, she caught sight of Barbie and turned back to Sendoh, smirking. "Guess why you get all the bimbos?"

"… Because ever since you started the trend, all my girlfriends have been bimbos." He smiled, even though the new spelling for SENDOH AKIRA was now I-R-R-I-T-A-T-E-D. Honestly, he had a feeling she was so slow that she didn't even realise that he was calling her a bimbo.

"Still, Akira-kun, that doesn't give you the right to be a bimbo yourself." She replied in her coolest tone, hoping for an impressed expression on her face. Amused, even. 'Come on, loser, REACT!'

"… I'm sorry I'm hot." He shrugged, and walked off without his bag.

"Your – your things!" She screeched, having hoped that he would squat down to pick up his things so she'd be taller than him for the few miserly seconds.

"Keep them if you want, fangirl. Not autographed, but it should do." He replied as he disappeared down the corridor. "I was looking for an excuse to skip training, anyway."

"EEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHH!"

This fic is… weird-ish. I hope you understood that.

To Bet You Love That – thanks for the review for the other Sendoh fic. I thought it was nice of you to give constructive comments. :) Ehh, I hope this one is better. But it's sort of leaning on the Mary Sue side. And currently, it seems pretty pointless to me.

Forgive all SPG mistakes and pointlessness, please. I'll take this down if I really can't find a direction for it. For now, the obvious is just that Mihoshi will probably end up with Sendoh. Oh, joy. Review!