Author's Note: I am SO SO sorry that it's been what... 2 years?
I dont know who is still out there reading this, but I'm hoping better late than never applies here! -_-' gomenasai!
Also, some of you may have noticed I've changed my penname to Kei Sainter, it's been a good time as Digger's Girl, but I thought it was time to get a uniform penname for all my works :) xKei

Round Two

ANIYA

'It's almost the school festival, does anyone have any ideas?' Kawato was once again in full excitement mode, and the noise was giving Aniya a headache.
He turned his head and rested it on his arm; he could use a nap.

'Ano sensei... I think we should do a maid cafe,' one of the girls suggested timidly.

There was an excitement building by the girls in the class when suddenly Wakana slammed his desk onto the aisle, sending it toppling over.

'Oh hell no! I'm not doing something girly and sissy like that! Don't you dare think about it!' he yelled.
He was immediately backed up by Hiyama, Yufune and Okada- adding to the noise factor.
Dang it, he just wanted some peace and quiet.

'Everyone!'
Ah, there it was, the annoying voice he'd been expecting to hear (the only surprise he felt was the fact that she'd waited this long in the piece to have her say).

'It's too bad that you don't want to do this...' Yagi addressed the guys, 'girls find maid cafes so cute, and if we added elegant and dashing butlers in, then it would definitely bring all the cute high school girls to our class...'

One.

Two.

Thr—

'GIRLS?' Aniya turned his head just in time to see the light bulb click in each of their heads.
The rest of the baseball club (except him, Mikoshiba and Shinjo) jumped up and started celebrating as though they'd won the Koshien.

'KAWATOOOO!' Hiyama called out.
'Hmm?' the clueless teacher asked from the front of the room.
'We're definitely doing a cafe! Try and stop us, you bastard!'

Aniya's gaze travelled over to Yagi and her self-satisfied smile.
'That girl,' he muttered to himself, unable to keep the admiration from his voice.

Then he finally got some sleep.

.

YAGI

'Do you get a kick out of manipulating people?'

Yagi nearly had a heart attack, and spun around to find Kei-chan waiting against the wall behind her.
She'd just finished tidying up the club room after the rest of the team yelled out 'RAMEN!' after practise and left a stench of destruction behind them.

'Kei-chan, you scared me! Don't do that!'
He snorted, 'As if! You're fine, just seeing your face would make a grown man cry and run away.'

She swung her bag wildly, catching him in the face.
The thud gave her some sort of satisfaction.
He swore, 'What do you have in there! Bricks?'
She put her hand in the bag and yanked out a can of his favourite drink and thrust it at him, 'Don't open it yet it's probably gone fizzy after smacking your big head.'

He took it and their fingers brushed.

She felt the tingle up her arm, but he didn't seem flustered and thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the fact that she retracted her hand with lightning speed.
It was only when they had walked a good distance in the silence that she realised he must've come all the way back from the ramen-ya to walk her home.
Though how he knew she'd still be here...

'So tell me, why were you so determined to do the maid cafe?' he broke into her thoughts.

'I don't know what you're talking about.'

'You see that?' he asked, touching her scrunched up nose lightly, 'you always do that when you get defensive... and usually when you're hiding something. What are you hiding from me?'
'Nothing!' she jolted out of his grasp, 'but I'm surrounded by you guys every single day. It would be nice to do something feminine once in awhile.'

'I didn't realise...'

Yagi was about to reassure him that she liked spending her time with the baseball team when he spoke again.

'... don't tell me you were a girl all this time?' he feigned shock.

She smacked him again with the bag, 'BAKA!'
But even though she knew he was joking and managed a feeble laugh in response, she couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it.

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ANIYA

Even two days later, Yagi's words were still in his head.
Was the fact that she was in the baseball club depriving her from having friendships with girls and doing girly things?
He'd never really thought about it because he just assumed she liked to do whatever he wanted to do—after all they'd spent their whole childhoods together—but now, he couldn't do anything but think about it.

He watched as she sat animatedly with the girls as they held a meeting on costumes.
Hiratsuka and Imaoka were sitting in on the meeting to ensure that the guys were not made to wear anything embarrassing.
She looked... happy.
And he felt a little bit guilty.
And he hated it.
It messed with his sleeping pattern.

.

A few hours later he'd made his decision.

'Hey you,' he could never remember his classmate's name.
The person looked up absolutely terrified, which did nothing to lighten his already foul mood.
'Where's Yagi?'
'S-s-she went t-to the storeroom,' the guy stammered.
He grunted his thanks.

He slammed open the door to the storeroom to find Shinjo and Yagi.
It would've fine if it was just like that—but Shinjo had his shirt undone, he was incredibly close to Yagi who was up against a wall, and to make matters worse his hand cupped Yagi's face which was tilted to his while her eyes were shut.

'What the heck is going on?' he blurted out in surprise.

'Aaah, Kei-chan! Dust flew into my eye, I can't see.'

'Move Shinjo, I'll do it! You're so careless you'll probably break her while you're at it!'
Shinjo didn't complain, instead buttoning up his shirt and moving to leave the room, 'I'll leave it to you then.'

Aniya grabbed her a little bit roughly, but the movement was completely contrasting to the gentleness in the way he blew into her eye.
How many times had he thrown sand at her when they were kids?

Of course he was used to her crying and making a fuss about the pain and knew the best method to get anything out of her eye.

'That feels better,' Yagi blinked, smiling brightly at him, 'thanks Kei-chan!'
To see her face like that felt like a hit to the gut.
He never got to see her "girly" face, and really she should be showing it more. Was it really his fault?

'Listen about your costume—,'
'You don't need to come to the club for the next few weeks. Just concentrate on the school festival.'

'Huh?' she looked confused, 'Kei-chan... what are you—'

But he just pushed her back abruptly with two hands on his shoulders, setting her a good distance from him and then walking away.