Why hello there... This is my second attempt at a fanfiction, and I am a little nervous. I hope whomever reads this enjoys and reviews. The next chapter will be longer...promise.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI
"Do you have any balls? "
"I have two. Wanna hold them?"
This is the kind of comment I was subjected to everyday. I guess that is my punishment for playing this sport. You would think that that line would get old, yet people, specifically the males, never tire of the phrase. At first, it was funny. Maybe a little charming if the right guy said it and meant it. I will be the first one to admit that I did "rally" with a guy who used it on me. Of course that wasn't the only thing that led me to believe that he wanted me. He did play without his shirt and spent too much time bending over to pick up balls. Well, he did spend more time bending over after our game ended, if you catch my drift.
Before I digress again, let me refocus. Being sexually harrassed or hit on was not uncommon in the least when playing tennis. It was as if the game itself wanted to tease the players. It was so easy to turn an innocent term into something vulgar. I usually refrained from saying something so cheesy, but I am starting to rethink my decision. Why? Because there is a hot, frail man next to me. Pale, despite the unforgiving sun beating down our skin, lanky, even though he could smack a ball at a fast pace, and young, though he had an important title. He was everything that I wanted and needed, but he was regrettably unattainable.
I am Sebastian, and I am in love with my straight, high school tennis instructor.