Disclaimer : I do not own Prince Of Tennis
Summer heat was indeed 'pleasing'.
As much as I have warned them not to come, they still do. I wonder if this was caused by Karupin who seemed to smile more often, if cats were able to smile. My arrogance has taken its toll, after all. Nobody seemed to be scared of me now.
The wind blew itself onto my face. I can hear someone's coming.
"Echizen,"
I turned my head to right.
"Buchou," I curtly nodded.
He seemed oddly happy enough in the summer.
After my incident with the St. Rudolph students who have come and claimed me as their team mates (stalked me everyday to no end) , buchou was somehow there whenever I walk alone. It was his silent treatment to keep me safe.
I swear that he is making me feel more and more like Bella Swan.
'I'm 15. I can take care of myself' didn't have any permanent effect on him.
We did not talk during our walk to school. I was glad that Tezuka-senpai let the morning filled with silence. I like that a lot. Please don't get me wrong though. I am okay with people talking to me but when buchou's around, I dear the silence. His authority vibe didn't lessen too even when it was only us on the streets.
I feel safe.
This story didn't make any sense at all! Its my first POT fiction. Mr. Writer's Block halted my typing for a while now. I really, really hate him for it.
Critical comments are very much appreciated as I still suck at writing. :p
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