Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi
Ohtori Choutarou risked a quick glance at his sempai.
Shishido Ryou noticed the glance but didn't say or do anything.
Ohtori looked over again but quickly went back to his work.
Shishido tightened the grip on his pen but continued to do his maths homework.
Ohtori stared at Shishido through the corner of his eye.
Shishido couldn't handle it anymore.
"What the hell do you want, Choutarou?" he exploding, slamming his pen on the desk.
Ohtori squeaked and looked at his homework, heat slowly traveling up his neck.
"Shh!" the Liberian shushed them over at the desk she was currently sitting at.
Shishido growled and looked over at Ohtori before going back to his maths work.
Ohtori deflated and looked up at the roof of the library, leaning his chair on its back two legs he started to fiddle around with his pencil, silently wondering how he should do it. I could just tell him Ohtori thought as he stole another glance at his sempai. No maybe I should ask him... Ohtori trailed off on his thoughts when Shishido trailed a hand through his short chocolate locks.
"Damn!" Ohtori cursed, setting the chair back up right and going back to his homework.
Shishido looked at his partner in surprise, "Choutarou..." he started, "did you just swear?" he asked a little worried.
Ohtori looked at the older boy, a faint blush gracing his cheeks, "N-no I didn't!" he said, scratching the back of his head, "I-I said... um..." he looked away and laughed nervously. "Never mind, Shishido-san..."
Shishido stared at the junior. "Okay... whatever you say Choutarou..." he mumbled.
Ohtori could still feel the gaze on the back of his head as he continued working. Now's the time! He thought, trying to give himself the courage, he's worried about me now, so I can ask him! I'll tell him all about it! I'll tell him how I stayed up till the early hours this morning because I didn't know what to do about it! Ohtori told himself, getting more pumped up with every thought. And even if he does reject me, he'll still feel sorry for me and maybe... maybe I could blackmail him! Yeah!
Ohtori turned to face his sempai who blinked and went back to doing his work, slightly ashamed at being caught staring.
"Shishido-sempai," Ohtori said, gaining the older boys attention.
Shishido looked over at the silver haired boy, raising both eyebrows in question.
"I've been thinking, and..." Ohtori took a deep breath. "I think... I should tell you..." he paused, suddenly feeling nervous; his palms started sweating. "I j-just wanted to ask you... if maybe..."
"...Yes!" Shishido cut in, interrupting the younger boy.
Ohtori stared in shock at his sempai and then a huge grin blew over his face. "Seriously?!" he asked, astounded.
"Y-yes," Shishido said, looking down at his maths.
"Thanks Shishido-san! You really are the best!" Ohtori said, pushing his homework towards his sempai, he grabbed his pencil and pointed to the question he was stuck on. "Okay, so what I don't get about..."
"What!" Shishido cut in again. "You just wanted to ask me about homework?!" he practically screamed.
The Liberian shushed them again, getting very angry at the two boys.
"Yeah..." Ohtori said a little ashamed. "I mean... History is your best subject so I thought I'd ask for your help... But I just didn't know how..."
Shishido's head met the desk; he groaned and slowly lifted it back up. "Choutarou..."
"Why?" Ohtori asked worriedly, "what did you think I meant?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Shishido smiled nervously and shook his head, "nothing, it's nothing... So, what are you stuck on?" he asked, wishing he didn't make such a fool out of himself.
Oh well... Shishido thought as he explained the question to the junior. I guess he is still a bit too young...