Disclaimer: I do not own PoT
Choutarou tightened his grip on the handle.
"You can do this," said Shishido when he looked to him for confidence. Choutarou looked at their opponents and brought back his arms...
-putt-
"What the hell was that!?" Mukahi burst out. "The ball only moved about 10 cm!" Oshitari put his hand on his shoulder to restrain him.
"He did fine! Don't go criticising his hits," Shishido defended. Choutarou looked like he could cry after Mukahi's comment and Shishido went to him.
"Gakuto, don't be hard on him," Oshitari warned him.
"But we'll never beat Rikkaidai!" Gakuto whined. He turned to where they were on the 9th hole. Niou and Marui were high-fiving while Jackal recorded Yagyuu's hole in one.
"That's not fair! He plays golf! They have four holes in one already!" Gakuto whined.
Shishido was comforting Choutarou, who would probably have gone to find a corner to lament feelings in if it wasn't for the fact that they were on a mini putt course.
"Hurry up and finish your turn!" Mukahi reminded Choutarou impatiently, but when turned to make his next shot, he saw that the ball was still moving.
It moved like, 2 millimetres and rolled down the small hill, rebounded of the wall into the tunnel, came out the other side, rolled down another hill, bounced off a rock, did some other amazing(and random)things that golf balls do and rolled into the hole.
Mukahi's mouth was on the ground.
Oshitari was laughing his heart out, and then Shishido joined him.
Marui, Niou, Jackal had come over to watch and were mirroring Mukahi. Yagyuu raised an eyebrow.
"That was well done," congratulated Yagyuu.
"Well, now we have some competition," Marui said, still sounding confident that they would win. He blew a bubble.
"How did you do that?" Mukahi asked Choutarou in amazement
Oshitari came back to his senses and Shishido stifled his laughter, "Who sucks at mini golf now aye Gakuto?" Shishido teased.
An argument broke out between the two, but Choutarou just looked at the ball, smiling. He didn't want to admit it, but he was proud of his achievement.
Oshitari watched the imbeciles fight grow, his mood significantly lowering, and then saw an unusual grin on second years face, staring at the hole. Why did Atobe force me to come here?
A/N: Just a drabble for my set of drabbles building up to a longer and [hopefully] more structured story [though, by structured, I think I mean 'longer hopefully less-drabble-like drabble']