Side Story (1) – A Year Ago [Part 1]
"Zaizen-kun. There's someone outside waiting for you…"
Zaizen Hikaru gave a short glance at his female classmate who pointed to the door. Sure enough. There was a girl of his age, standing with a Kendo sword strapped by her side outisde his classroom. Zaizen continued to watch with bored eyes as the brown-haired girl seemed to be glaring at him.
Sighing, he signalled to the girl outside that he was coming over, since that particular girl started to draw her sword out in a warning.
" 'Kay."
Meanwhile...
"Biiiggg trouble Kazuki!"
"…"
"If my tennis club doesn't get any new members, we can't join the Summer tournament!"
"…Mh."
"If we can't join the Summer tournament, we can't go into the National Leagues!"
"…Yes."
"If we can't join the National league, Osamu-chan will be mad at us!"
"…Yup."
"…Kazuki, are you listening?"
"No, I don't feel like helping you, Kura-kun."
Shiraishi sat in the council room and swerved noisily in his chair. Painfully reminiscing the crisis that his team won't be able to take part in the Summer Tournament kept eating him. Thus, he ran to Kazuki to try and bribe her into helping him. "Why not?"
Huffing, her rich green eyes continued to avoid his.
"Because Kura-kun keeps pushing everyone for his Perfect Tennis." Ending with a quote and unquote gesture, Kazuki looked up at the Captain in the eye, daring him to retort.
"Ah, that's, well… It's for everyone's good.."
Or maybe it isn't.
His mind ate at him again,
Was Perfect Tennis what everyone wanted?
"That's just you Kura-kun." Opening another file, Kazuki's finger travelled along the printed paper before she stopped at a particular name.
Should I tell him?
Taking a double-take at Kuranosuke who pouted his mouth as a bandaged hand supported his cheek, grayish brown eyes looked downcast as he adds a sigh.
Kazuki knew that instant that she would feel guilty for the male if she didn't help him.
"Mah, I guess Watanabe-sensei would know something.."
Catching the hint in her words, Shiraishi immediately lit up from his seat, "Really!?"
" Maybe, or maybe not, I guess it's a yes, but who knows…", Shiraishi continued to observe her habit of shifting eye contact when she's nervous, amused as the girl avoided his cheerful enthusiasm.
"Arigatou Kazuki! Thank you Thank you Thank you!"
"A-Ah! Kura-kun let me go! Don't hug me so suddenly!"
Shiraishi didn't hold back as he squeezed the girl in his arms, burying a hand into her hair as he playfully watches her squirm in his chest. Her cute, muffled whines could be heard as she tries to push the stronger male away.
" Kura-kun, let me go already…"
" No. Kazuki makes a nice warmer, you're really comfortable to hug!"
"…P-Pervert."
The Bible chuckled as he lifts Kazuki from her chair to his lap, nudging their foreheads together as he teasingly smirks at her half-hearted attempt to glare at him, only to fail as she hides her face in his shoulder in bashfulness.
Shiraishi grinned as he rests his own head on her smaller build, tilting up to whisper to her pinked ears.
"You live next to this pervert."
A/N:
I've been killing myself for not writing stories after exam. \(;_;)/ *Kill me!*Tie's a blindfold around my eyes...I forgot my gun.*
I based this on the P.o.T Ova Another Story when Zaizen has yet to join the Tennis Club.
Read and Review please!
P.s. Shiraishi looks sooo good in Fanarts! O.o