Author's Note: I just want some hot, sexy fem!Fuji x smol, cute fem!Ryoma. Stop judging.

Distractions, Distractions

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The standard regulars uniform for the Seigaku girls' tennis team contained the usual red, white, and blue polo shirt, a sailor jacket with a red bow, and a skirt that was way too short for Echizen's liking. It was not as if Echizen herself minded wearing it, per se. No, it was the way other people wore that damned skirt that irked her. Specifically, one Fuji Syusuke.

Fuji-senpai's skirt was too ridiculously short, Echizen thought. Her senpai had to be purposely wearing it shorter than normal; while the other senpais' skirts reached their mid-thighs, Fuji's only barely covered her hips. She swore that if there was a breeze, maybe on a good day for Hakugei, she would be able to see Fuji-senpai's underwear.

And this was simply so distracting.

And maybe that was intentional too, considering this was Fuji Syusuke, local sadist. Perhaps the distraction was exactly what Fuji was aiming for.

Echizen did not understand why this had to be so difficult. She just wanted to play some god damn tennis.

But those piercing blue eyes whenever she became serious in court, that chestnut-colored hair which barely reached her shoulders and should not be freaking legal on the tennis court, that well-developed bosom highlighted by the polo and the jacket, and that damned skirt-

Echizen mentally slapped herself, stopping her train of thought, and looked away from the scene.

"Ochibi, nya," Kikumaru leeched herself onto the tiny freshman, "you seem so distracted. What's wrong?"

Yeah, no kidding, Echizen replied sarcastically in her mind.

"I'm fine, Kikumaru-senpai," answered the freshman, slightly adjusting her cap to hide her face.

Echizen finally managed to remember that they, the tennis regulars, were in the middle of practice. Fuji was facing off against Inui at the moment, the tennis genius's skirt swaying around her barely covered hips whenever she ran towards the ball. Her skirt lifted ever-so-slightly as her legs moved to perform her special technique, Higuma Otoshi.

Echizen covered her face with her hand with disappointment in herself. She had lost concentration. Again.

"Ochibi, Ochibi," Kikumaru nudged, "it's almost time for our match. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Echizen replied immediately.

Anything to get away from Fuji-senpai.

–

The match with Kikumaru went surprisingly well. Winning against Kikumaru was almost a piece of cake, considering the difference in their abilities when it came to singles. It served as a good distraction, Echizen thought, a distraction from the real distraction.

Drenched in sweat, the freshman retreated to the locker room for a quick shower as well as a change of clothes. As soon as she approached the shower stalls, however, a set of sharp blue eyes stopped her in her tracks.

Fuji approached Echizen quickly, and Echizen backed away from her senpai as much as possible, slightly panicking upon seeing those seemingly enraged blue irises. Echizen's back hit a wall, and Fuji simply stood in front of her, arms crossed. Very, very closely. Because of the height difference, Fuji's well-developed chest was only inches away from Echizen's face.

Look away, look away! Echizen commanded herself. She turned her head away, and yet her stubborn personality refused to let her break eye contact with the tennis genius.

"Echizen," Fuji said in her smooth, buttery, and angry voice.

"Fuji-senpai," Echizen replied. She could hear other members in the club scrambling to get away from the shower stalls, clearly scared of the angry sadist.

Echizen could not remember what she ever did to deserve this rage.

The freshman's heart raced in a million beats per second.

"Today, during your match," Fuji continued, "do you recall what you did?"

"Huh?"

Echizen blinked.

During the match? I played tennis like I always do... right?

"No?" Echizen answered hesitantly.

"Your skirt," Fuji's eyes narrowed as she spoke, "is too short. Whenever you use Drive B, your panties are in full view for everyone to see."

Echizen gritted her teeth in frustration. "As if you're the one to say anything, Fuji-senpai. Do you know how short your own skirt is?"

"That's different."

"How?"

"I'm doing this on purpose," Fuji's smile turned from angry to downright predatory. "I'm trying to seduce someone, see?"

The tennis genius used her fingers to hold Echizen by her chin, forcing the freshman to turn her head to face her senpai head on.

"However, my target seems to be denser than I thought was possible. All this time, I was trying to make her look my way, and yet she always turns her head away from me. I wonder why?"

A pang of disappointment rose within Echizen when she heard her senpai's statement. The freshman attempted to escape from Fuji's grip on her chin by turning her head, but Fuji's fingers, despite being long and slim, clearly demonstrated the grip strength of a tennis regular.

"Would you look at that? She's trying to look away from me again," Fuji muttered in a tone that was only loud enough for Echizen to hear.

Echizen did not understand why her senpai was so insistent on holding onto her. The younger tennis regular struggled for a few more seconds before stopping to process what Fuji just said.

Wait, what?

"Fuji-senpai?"

Echizen lost focus in escaping, allowing Fuji to force Echizen's head to face her. Face to face, Echizen could feel her blood rushing towards her head all too quickly.

"Be mine, Echizen," Fuji declared with the most beautiful and seductive smile the younger tennis regular had ever seen.

Fuji leaned her face closer towards Echizen, and the freshman could feel herself losing control of the situation. She hated this feeling; it was almost as if she was playing a game she did not know she was playing.

Suddenly, a thought came to her mind, and Echizen tried her best to smile back as seductively as possible.

"Does that mean you'll be mine too?" Echizen asked back.

"Of course."

In a swift second, Echizen pressed her lips onto Fuji's right cheek. Fuji's eyes widened in shock as Echizen whispered in her senpai's ear, "Deal."

–

Ever since that day, Fuji no longer wore her skirt short during practice, and Echizen wore a pair of tight briefs over her panties in order to cover them up whenever she used Drive B.

The freshman thought she was doing well, until Fuji confronted her yet again. In the shower stalls, again.

"What now?" Echizen asked in annoyance.

"Your briefs are showing off too much of a seductive curve," Fuji replied in a venomous voice. "I refuse to let anyone besides me see it."

Echizen mentally facepalmed. This is going to take a very long while to settle.

-End-

Author's Note: I feel like this has a potential to be a series on its own. Y'know, like fem!Fuji trying super hard to seduce oblivious fem!Ryoma in a thousand different ways and it never works? Would someone please write that?