Some odd day this was turning out to be.
Here he was, Echizen Ryoma, with his big lunkhead of a senpai, Momo, at the street tennis courts. Those street kids from what's-it-called school had abandoned the courts in search of a new one where the Ah-Un pair would not play. Momo had bribed Echizen with hamburgers to accompany him to the street courts. They had been hitting the ball back and forth until the Fudomine speed demon and tensai showed up. Of course, with their clashing personalities, Momo and Kamio began a heated battle, much like they always do whenever they lay their eyes upon each other. And Echizen wanted to avoid a lecture from the mumbling tensai about God knows what (usually the grip tape) so Echizen quickly found a lone court, away from the noise.
"By yourself?"
Echizen's quick golden eyes darted over to where the intruding voice came from. The voice was suave…deep…and very familiar. His response was a mere shrug. "Who wants to know?"
"What? You don't remember me? I'm hurt," the voice feigned sincerity; it was all too familiar. Sure enough, it was Hyoutei's own tensai, Oshitari Yuushi.
A smirk found it's way to Echizen's lips. He was from Hyoutei and was their tensai, after all. Even if he wasn't as good as Monkey King, he wasn't bad either. "Care for a match?"
There was a pause…and then he laughed. "That's a generous offer but no thank you. I don't play with plebeians when it's not a necessity." Yep, he was a Hyoutei student alright; no other student would have such a pompous reply.
"Afraid to lose?" came Echizen's snappy taunt. Hmm…now that was an interesting response. A slight flinch and a raised brow met his challenge. And then…a smirk?
"Cocky little brat…" Oshitari stood up from his nearby seat and made his way towards Echizen. "I'll play with you…"
It was Echizen's turn to arch a brow. He knew Oshitari wanted something in return. "If…?" But his question wasn't answered. Instead, Echizen found himself pulled closer to the taller boy until he was only centimeters away from him. Shock and surprise overtook him and what happened next stunned him even more.
The tensai's lips were on his! The light touch of lips was brief though, as Oshitari started making his way to Echizen's small neck, licking and nipping here and there. "Aa…ah…" the tiniest of whimpers rumbled in Echizen's throat. Oshitari took this opportunity to slip a hand into the littler one's shirt.
And this was where he drew the line.
Echizen's eyes immediately snapped open as he tried pushing the taller one away. "S-stop groping me, pervert!!"
A perverse smirk graced Oshitari's features. "Groping is such a vile word. I prefer to call it an intimate investigation."
The ochibi tilted his cap down to hide his flushed face, much like he always did when he was embarrassed. "Mada mada dane. You got what you wanted. Now let's have our match."
Oshitari chuckled profoundly at the boy's embarrassment. Persistent, as always, that boy was. "Right, let's have our match then," he nodded in reply, finally succumbing to Echizen's request.