.:Hey there! Damochimonsta again~~:.
I had abandoned fanfiction for a while, but this plot bunny flew into my head last night and I was so excited to type it up and share it with y'all! Hope you enjoyy~
This is (hopefully) a multi chapter-ed story, so please read 'till the end!
.:Monday, 4:15 pm:.
It was a bitter cold winter day, complete with snow covered treetops and icicles hanging from the edge of rooftops. Despite the below zero weather, Ryoma was fuming. Not just the simple 'I'M ANGRY!' kind of fuming, but the 'the-girl-I-like-is-wearing-some-guy's-pants-and-it's-not-mine' kind of fuming. He's very angry, also.
Not that he'd admit it, of course. Ryoma's not angry at all. He's just trying to drill his freaking tennis ball through the brick wall he is practicing against.
Each time the tennis ball hit the wall with a loud 'POK', Ryoma imagined that the spot was the head of a certain (stupid) tennis tensai with (stupid) smiling eyes and (stupid) brown hair.
Nope. Ryoma is not angry whatsoever.
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Somewhere far away from the courts, the said brunette sneezed. And sneezed again. And again. And a couple more times.
He laughed. "Someone must be thinking of me a lot."
His stoic companion, whom he was walking home with, reached in his pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. He pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and said, "take care of yourself. It's flu season". He started walking again.
Fuji stuck his tongue out at him at his back.
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Back with Ryoma, he was slouched on a wooden bench, thinking over that happened that day.
It was an uneventful morning, and oyaji was too lazy to give me a ride, so I had to walk to school. It was pretty peaceful, until I got to the intersection and Ryusaki was there and it wasn't peaceful anymore. I mean, it was still kind of peaceful, except my heart was beating faster and my ears and cheeks were turning red and I totally didn't know what was happening to me! I just blamed the weather.
And then, when we got through the school gates, she suddenly slipped on a puddle and fell backwards (and hit with a horrible sounding splash). I helped her up and steadied her, because I knew she was going to slip again and for some reason my hands went to her waist and our faces were really close and going closer and her eyes fluttered close and ---
"Ochibiiiiiiii!"
I froze at the sound of Momoshiro's voice and pulled away from her. Walking away quickly, I muttered a soft "mada mada dane…".
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After morning tennis practice, I had almost forgotten about the incident that morning.
As usual, I was in class right after practice, listening to Horio go on about whatever he felt like blabbering that day. I wasn't really paying attention to him (or anyone around me), just doodling in my notebook.
That is, until Ryusaki walks in the classroom. With the boys uniform pants.
Ryusaki walked timidly towards her desk, looking even more awkward than usual, with her pants flooshing and flopping around her thin legs. When she finally sat down, she heaved a dramatic sighed and looked towards the door. (I secretly glanced also.)
Fuji-sempai was standing at the doorway!
He smiled and waved. I looked around to see who he was waving to, and saw Ryusaki smiling and waving back at him!
Something inside me snapped, and so did the pencil in my hand.
'Why is Ryusaki wearing Fuji's Pants?!'
And that concludes the first chapter~!
How was it? Not too incredibly OOC, I hope... I mean, Ryoma's thoughts were a little, but he's a teenage boy afterall, so who knows what's going through his head during the show?!
I've kind of gotten the second chapter written in my head, but I'm still not sure what the pairing is, yet... :D
Right now, though, it will be listed at a ryo/saku. (suggestions?)
Comments are uberly appreciated!