It's Not All About Tennis
25. Forget
"Homework…Homework…." Marui muttered, digging furiously threw his bag. Colored jell pens, packaged crayons, and graded work sheets gathered on the seat of his chair.
"What are you doing?" a smooth voice questioned. He turned his head, just a bit, to see Niou leaning against the desk, a hand on his cheek and a jell pen being twirled between his fingers.
Marui's gaze returned to his bag, he didn't have time to deal with Niou's antics right now, "I'm looking for my Math homework."
"Uh huh…"
"Would you just go away? I don't really have time to deal with whatever you're going to do to me."
Niou retracted a bit at the statement. After a moment he straightened, "Well then." He made it to the doorway of the class, intent on going to find Yagyuu, before he called back, "And Bunta?"
"What?"
"We didn't have homework last night."