I don't own Prince of Tennis...
Eiji yawned at the sound of his alarm at 5:00 a.m. He turned it of in a way earlier, then looked at the calendar to see what day it is...
" Oh, it's Feb-rua-ry-Four-teen! " he chanted like he used to. " WAIT! February FOURTEEN? "
A loud shout was heard, as if he had a very horrendous dream. His family went to check on him.
" Eiji, what was that noise about? " his mother asked.
" Oh? Eh...I had a bad dream. " he replied as nonchalant as he can.
" Go to sleep. " his father commanded.
" It's already 5:00 a.m. "
" Whatever. " his sisters said in unison. When the corridor is clear, he rushed to get his towel and took a shower, ate the food he cooked and made himself a bento. When he was all done, it was 6:30.
" I can do this... " he muttered to himself. He took an energy drink of his brother's at the fridge and drank it in one gulp.
As he stepped out from the door, he saw the mailbox full of letters. 'I'll pretend I didn't see that shit. Oh yeah, I'll be with Oishi today before I go to school.' he thought.
He trudged the streets like the usual, but suddenly his fangirls saw her.
" EIJI-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! " they all said.
" This is bad. Really, really bad. " he said to himself. He ran to the direction of Oishi's house, scream for dear life.
" EIJI-KUUUUUN! PLEASE WAIT! " the fangirls shouted. The girls almost ran 10 blocks of chasing Eiji. When Eiji realized he's heading at Oishi's street, he used his Split step and actually hid at the right corner of Oishi's house. The girls, fooled of the illusion, went to the straight direction.
" Eiji? " Oishi asked, still on his pajamas.
" OISHI, LET ME IN NOW. FOR DEAR LIFE DO IT FOR ME. ." Eiji said to the fukobuchou while panting.
" Erm...okay... " he said, opening the gate for his best friend. As he trudged the way inside the house, the redhead explained why.