Whoever said that she liked playing tennis?
As Yuki Shiki walked through the hallways of Seigaku high school, she absentmindedly tied knots in her hair.
A terrible habit really, but any and every habit was hard to break.
At least she had a… semi-decent excuse for all those split ends soon to come. With her fingers nimbly combing out a thin section of hair, she'd tie them loosely to feel them slip by her fingers again. And again. And once more.
Nobody paid her much mind, a few more bad rumors wouldn't help her nonexistent reputation. She was most commonly known as 'the lazy girl', or 'the one who doesn't even try'.
Truth come out, she was merely bored. Her… friend? She wouldn't know what to call Mimi Kisuraki, the energetic girl who dragged her around campus to be more social. Anyways, Mimi had been the one who signed her up for the tennis team. Girl's tennis team, mind you. It would have sparked an interest in Shiki if half the team wasn't made of fangirls. Sure, the regulars and a few others were serious and pretty good at the sport, but everyone else?
Naw, they just wanted to stare at the boy's tennis club. Shiki felt no reason to attempt anything if the majority wouldn't either. Besides, she preferred sleeping to any exercise.
As she (finally!) reached the godforsaken library, she quickly picked out some random books, sat down at a lonely table in the back, and proceeded to flip through pages, catching whatever tidbits of information stuck out to her and easily memorizing everything else, storing it away in some part of her brain. Shiki was actually quite ahead of her peers, but seeing as she spent most of her time asleep in class, her test scores dropped to average instead of advanced. A lazy genius if you would.
With a sigh, Shiki dropped her head onto the book, arms curled underneath her head. Sleeping once again. The late nights were tiring her out.
And this, is where the main story starts.
"... Now what?" Momoshiro Takeshi could only stare at the third-year girl who was snoozing away on the book he needed for his history essay.
Behind the power player was the rest of Seigaku's male tennis team, regulars only. And Inui. Tezuka sighed.
"Momoshiro, we need to hurry." He stated in that monotone of his.
"But, Buchou, how am I supposed to get the book away from her?" Momoshiro tugged at his hair.
"Ah, who is she anyways?" Kawamura spoke up. He could have sworn she looked familiar…
"Shiki Yuki, age 16, third-year. Height and weight unknown. She has average grades, and is mostly seen around campus sleeping. Possibly narcoleptic. She is in the girl's tennis club, though she sleeps there as well. Nothing very notable about her, besides her being among some of our classes." Inui pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, making them shine and glare.
"Just wake her up." Ryoma wanted to hurry up and leave, Momoshiro had said he was going to treat him to hamburgers.
"Nya, she's pretty cute, ne Fujioko?" Eiji asked the smiling tensai.
"Saaa… She seems nice enough, though not very interesting…" Shusuke wanted to leave as well. The girl could be another fangirl for all he knew. And as Inui had said, nothing very notable.
"Pshhh, just hurry up." Kaidoh wasn't sure why he was still there to be honest.
"But she's a senpai! It'd be rude to wake her up. Can't one of you guys do it?" Momoshiro looked to his upperclassmen pleadingly.
"Well, we don't know her that well either Momo, so it'd also be quite rude." Oishi explained, which led to an argument on who'd wake up the girl.
Shiki, even with a full blown conversation next to her, was still asleep. Ryoma walked forwards towards her and poked her cheek. He really wanted to get out of here. The others (minus Tezuka, Inui, and Shusuke) paled at his disrespect. Who knew what Shiki would do-
Oh. She's woken up.
With a yawn, Shiki stretched her arms skywards and sagged backwards in her seat, slouching as her arms draped across the back of the wooden chair. She looked over to the boys, her eyes half-mast and glazed over.
"Hm? Did you guys want something?" She asked, unsure why she was being stared at by 8?- No, 9 boys. There was one in the back, with elvis hair, shying away from the spotlight.
Momoshiro stepped forwards. It was his essay after all.
"Yeah, do you still need that book? I'm writing an essay and I need to borrow it." He explained.
Shiki glanced at the book cover and looked back to Momoshiro, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Oi, you a second year?"
Momoshiro nodded slowly, unsure if that was the wrong answer.
"Takeshina's class, ne?" Shiki raised an eyebrow, referring to the strict history second-year teacher.
Momoshiro nodded once more.
Shiki offered a lopsided grin. "Oi, focus more on analyzing the main contributors to the war and include dates every two paragraphs or so. Takeshina's class was a b*tch. Good luck kouhai-kun." Handing off the book to a stunned-into-silence Momo, she got up herself and patted off the imaginary dust on her uniform pants.
With her tennis case slung over a shoulder, hair stuck under the strap, Shiki Yuki walked out of the library, but into the regulars' lives.
Whoever said she liked playing tennis was right.
