I should be doing something productive with my time but... I like to procrastinate.
I suppose this could be Atoji if you want to see it that way.
As the Captain of a club made up of 200 members all clamouring for a spot on the acclaimed regulars Atobe Keigo certainly had his work cut out for him, overseeing the matches and giving pointers to those who needed it (which, to be honest, was practically everyone since none of them were up to the great Atobe's level).
This was rather hard to accomplish though when he had the supposed sleeping beauty of Hyotei, not asleep for once, sitting next to him and chattering on as though his mouth was attached to a motor.
"And then Fuji-kun hit this amazing drop shot and naturally the opponent didn't have a chance. Of course, his shot was nothing compared to the ones that Marui-kun does, have you seen his Tsuna Watari? That's just an incredible shot. Though this is Marui-kun we're talking about so I shouldn't really be surprised-"
Atobe didn't really see what was so special about these people that Jirou was always fanboying over, he could crush them into the ground without a second thought if he wanted to. He didn't see precious 'Marui-kun' defeating the apparently unbeatable Tezuka, he didn't see Fuji sitting proud at the top of 200 members.
They were nothing compared to him.
"Jirou," Atobe successfully managed to interrupt the other before they managed to launch into another story about the life of Marui, "Play a match with me."
He hit him with everything; his Tanhauser serve, his World of Ice, his Rondo towards destruction and when Jirou lay flat on his back on the court, chest rising and falling rapidly but eyes bright with excitement, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Atobe, you're so cool!"
Just the way things should be.
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