A/N: *-* gehehe~

Story idea proposed by gentletopainfulgaze, who I am amazed at and is SUPER creative for coming up with something like this XD. Hahaha, you have too much trust in me...! I was supposed to post this two weeks ago -_-ll)

Note: Do NOT take anything seriously. :p

*These recordings are from the account of the ex girlfriends of the tenipuri boys. These girls have been scarred for life through their experience of dating them, but would like to share their stories anonymously.*

Miss "Y"-Ex girlfriend of Atobe Keigo: Her story:

Reason 10: His hair

Now, some people might consider me lucky to have dated the majestic' king Atobe. You are WRONG. And it is not just me being selfish or having impossibly high standards. It is having a boyfriend with impossibly bouncy, volumized hair that is scented like rose petals. Let me tell you a story: One day Atobe washed his hair. The next day, all I could smell was some sugary scent that clung permanently to my clothes and turned my whole wardrobe into Atobe-scented hair. And then the worst possible happened. I became allergic to the natural scent of Atobe. He didn't really care, actually.

Reason 9: I literally cannot touch his nails

"They'll get scratched and Ore-sama shall die slowly...painfully...a piteous, hideous death! So don't touch my nails." Yes, he has actually said that.

Reason 8: His Friend-child-thing people

Atobe has a posse. A clique, a cult of tennis players. They're very... interesting people. They also creep me out A LOT. I used to enjoy my dates with Atobe, until they started to tag along or appear in random places, such as the time Gakuto popped out of a chimney holding a spatula. Things soon escalated to the point they would stalk-er...I mean, ACCOMPANY me on my way home. It was a terrible time of my life where I am pretty sure Hiyoshi was attempting to hypnotize me through Gekokujou.

Reason 7: That one time where he put a sculpture in my room

Atobe is full of himself. Which is why he decided to store one of his many sculptures of himself in my room. So there it stood, eight feet tall and three feet across of Atobe's ego. I have no idea how it happened, but one day I had just come home from school, and realized the statue was not supposed to be head less and stuck through the now-broken window of my bedroom. I still have nightmares about it.

Reason 6: He kind of scares me

Have you ever seen Atobe play tennis? Well, let me give you a description: He accelerates to impossible speeds as he runs up and down the tennis court, leaving light beams and streak marks in his wake. A malevolent presence surrounds him and smashes the tennis ball while smirking like he's killing a small animal. I am glad that I had survived the few weeks with him, now that I reflect on the horror of the situation...

Reason 5: He waves his hands, like, a lot.

Atobe loved to flourish his hands. They twirl this way and that and wave the air energetically. It gave me motion sickness. Also, the scent of manly rose petals that seems to trail after him makes it extra distracting whenever I am near him.

Reason 4: ...purple.

Purple, half buttoned silk dress shirts seemed to be the motif of Atobe's entire existence. The sleek fashion statements of atrocities plagued my dreams every night, and led me to fear the very color of violet. I...I was brain scarred for life after the constant exposure to Atobe's chest surround by those terrible purple shirts. Th-this is just so traumatizing for me...I can't...

Reason 3: He lowers my self esteem in general

It was hard dating one of humankind's most flawless specimens. It was very hard not to feel bad about yourself as you stared into his clear, cerulean eyes set with features of perfection. And all upon his smooth skin which was accented by a single beauty mark. Meanwhile, as Atobe looked positively gorgeous in every single picture taken, I'm at his side, unnoticed. Also, he never sweats like a normal person. He manages to create liquid drops of perfection instead, which glisten upon him like pure water.

...darn it. I feel more depressed than ever.

Reason 2: I once got smushed in a crowd of fangirls

Oh boy. I cannot even begin to describe this. Atobe has a freakishly loyal fan base whose only goal in life seemed to be screaming in high pitches within Atobe-seeing range. They also tend to barrel at high speeds toward the general direction of Atobe like they intend to run him over. The first time he walked me home, I was caught in the middle of one of these rampages. The next ninety seven times in that three week period, I learned to dodge, run, and do a flip off a tree.

Reason 1: ...You just can't unsee some things

...Such as what I saw through the window of his mansion. I cannot believe he put the milk in before the cereal.

A/N: I actually put milk before cereal so...

Who should be the next girlfriend?