~Prologue~
„What is it you want now, Sora-kun?", Atobe asked the honeyhaired beauty in front of him. Aforementioned beauty opened cerulean blue eyes and looked at the buchou of Hyotei Gakuens tennis club intently, before smiling and actually deciding to grace the high and mighty man with an answer.
„My brother wishes to meet with you at the street courts, so he can get to know you better, Atobe-buchou", he said with as much reference as he could muster. „He wants to know, if you're looking out for me or if you lack in that department, as Mizuki-san lacks in it for Yuuta-kun."
Atobes brow twitched a little bit and he contemplated the request of the slightly younger boy, before looking over to the other regulars, who were gathered around them.
„Well…I think, we all would have to go, since we are all looking out for Sora-kun, ne, Kabaji?", he asked, followed by a tell tale ‚usu' from the bulking second year next to him.
Sora smiled and nodded. „Arigatô, Atobe-buchou…I am to take you there in about half an hour, so I would really appreciate it, if we could leave immediatly, because I don't want aniki to get mad at one of us…or more specifically you."
Atobes smile faltered a bit. „Well I wouldn't want to get Fuji Syuusuke mad at me now, would I?", he asked retorically before he stood up from where he was sitting on the bench.
He startled Jirou, who was napping in his lap and now fell to the floor, well, he would have, if Sora hadn't intervened and snatched the fellow third year.
Sora smiled softly and leaned down to put a chaste kiss on Jirous mouth, before helping him to stand up on his own two feet.
„Let's get going, guys.", he said and automatically took the lead, right next to Atobe, who didn't seem to mind for once.
~Prologue End~
