Yuuta closed his eyes and crossed his arms uneasily. This was a stupid game. He hadn't wanted to play. He certainly hadn't wanted to choose dare, but it ihad/i to be better than truth. All the truths so far had concerned sex (which, of course, was to be expected among of group of teenage boys, but that didn't make Yuuta any more comfortable with it.) Especially since he just knew that somehow they would drag his aniki into it. After all, when poor Kisarazu had chosen truth . . . . He tried to push it out of his mind.
"Yuuta-kun . . . " He looked up, Mizuki's voice having snapped him off his train of thought.
"I said dare. What?"
Yanagisawa chuckled evilly. "Strip down, dane, and go out to the tennis courts and play, dane!" He sounded much too enthusiastic about the assignment. Kisarazu was gaping at him with something between horror and astonishment. Yuuta could feel his whole body going red. He closed his eyes again, and scowled.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. I won't do it."
"You have to accept, Yuuta-kun, or face the consequences," he could hear the smirk in Mizuki's voice.
"We can't go out on the courts. They're closed and it's past curfew."
"Afraid of breaking curfew, Yuuta? I wouldn't have figured you for such a teacher's pet."
That was it; buchou just got a nock down in his book. "I'd . . . need . . . an opponent . . . " he offered weakly. He was out of excuses and they knew it.
"I'll be your opponent, Yuuta-kun."
"Mi . . . zuki . . . san . . . " Yuuta sighed, defeated. "Fine. Let's go."
"Wait, leave your clothes here, dane!"
"I am not climbing over a fence naked, thank you!" Yuuta barked, and Yanagisawa backed off.
Several minutes later, the entire team had managed to sneak past vigilant prefects and out into the sports complex. Yuuta scaled the tennis court fence with a small grunt and vaulted to the other side. Mizuki followed right behind him. The rest of the team stayed on the other side of the fence, content to watch. Well, Yanagisawa and Akazawa-buchou seemed content to watch, grinning wickedly at the thought of Yuuta's humiliation. Kaneda was blushing, and Kisarazu and Nomura looked sympathetic. Good for them.
Yuuta turned around modestly as he pulled off the t-shirt he had been wearing as a pyjama top. The bottoms soon followed it, landing in a heap on the side of the court. His boxers followed them, and then he was left blushing and naked on the sideline, illuminated by the moon (who had chosen that precise moment to appear from behind the clouds, curse it) and covering himself, albeit rather ineffectively, with his racquet.
"Shall we play, Yuuta-kun?"
Yuuta turned around, and his racquet clattered to the ground. Mizuki was standing on the opposite baseline, naked as he was. Yuuta hadn't realized that that had been part of the arrangement. Apparently, the rest of the team hadn't, either, because they also were staring, open-mouthed, at their manager.
"Mi– Mizuki-san! You– didn't have to—" he stammered. Mizuki looked down at himself, and smirked.
"Oh, I didn't? Oh well, what's done is done. Come, Yuuta-kun. Let's get started."
Yuuta vowed never to play truth or dare again.