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Far From Jealous
Ryoma had always thought that his senpai was too affectionate. Even if his senpai was that type of guy, the Prince of Tennis believed that he gave too many hugs.
Ryoma wasn't jealous. At least, he believed that he wasn't. But, every time his i senpai /i hugged Oishi in an overwhelming joyous moment, the freshman would end up rather irritated.
"What are you doing, O'chibi?" Eiji Kikumaru, the said senpai, questioned.
Ryoma didn't look up from his activity as he served a ball at the wall. "Nothing..." he replied.
The older of the two stared, taking notice of the slight indents in the wall. Smiling, he uttered, "Ah, is that so, O'chibi?"
When the freshman didn't respond, Eiji took action. Launching a hug at his fellow teammate, he engulfed the shorter of the two in his arms. Once he heard Ryoma's sharp intake of breath, the red-head withdrew from the affectionate embrace. "Well then," he spoke, giving off a sly smile.
Ryoma stopped and looked at his senpai. "That hurt," he murmured, fixing the collar of his shirt.
"Hoi, Hoi"
The freshman turned around, his back facing his senpai.
Ryoma wasn't jealous.
He just wanted Eiji's hugs all to himself.