The Ambiguity of Love
Pairing: Ehe, the obvious wink
Rating: unspecified, but as of now, a G.
Summary: It had surprised him how so many things had happened in so little time.
Disclaimer: Tenisu no Oujisama is not of my property. Yet that gives me the freedom to express my love for all the boy love-ishness wiithout getting flamed at in a major scale. Though it would be cool if I owned it, then I can express my love for the boy love-ishness. And in this, I would like to thank Konomi Takeshi for all the implications (without them there is none of my fandom!)
Auth's Note: Yes, I write very long disclaimers. It just goes to show that a human being like me has too many flaws to ever be up there.

It had surprised him how so many things had happened in so little time—once you get to think about it, two things to celebrate in one year was a lot—that did not, of course, count the regular yearly holidays. If anything, he feels the need to be happy for his seniors—they have graduated Junior High, and are now pursuing their real goals in life—for most of them, he was sure that it was not tennis. He should also feel happy that the seniors had a memorable graduation year—Seigaku had won the National Championships, and that was something that he was sure that they will never forget for the rest of their lives.

And yet, he remembers feeling a sad aura of regret that day, when he was standing there, looking at his seniors move on, pass by. He remembers not eating a lot (which was surprising for a person with quite an appetite like his), and he remembers staying silent that day—too eerily silent even for someone who was not wordy like himself—and that was saying something.

That night, he was not able to sleep well—he had too much things left to say, so much things that he would like others to know.

Only thirty percent of the things one would truly like to say comes out in words, in speech.

And out of that thirty percent, only around twenty-four percent of it is actually accurate.

He remembers the 'welcome' of the Seigaku Regulars when he came to the club. It was odd, really, that the only normal person he seemed to find was Kawamura-sempai and Oishi-sempai—though even they were not too ordinary and boring themselves.

He decided, then, that day that the Seishun Gakuen Tennis Club is going to be fun.

And now, he continually ponders, wondering where they were. There was still someone that he was not done congratulating, there was still someone he needed to say so much things to--

He planned to change that data of speech.

He still had his mobile phone number, to his delight, when he searched his contacts list. He tried calling, and when he was not able to reach him, left a voice mail, and just for precaution, he messaged him.

Buchou, 4:00. Usual.

Plain words, as always.

He was determined to finally win, for good. He was determined to formally accept being the Pillar.

He was determined to tell him.