The Lifting Of Caps
Pairing: Ryoma x Sanada (Cap Pair) Requested by: .rain & cielmikitoaloislvr
Note: Merry Christmas, 2010, people!
"Genichiro-kun!"
"Ryoma-chan."
The regulars of Seigaku looked somewhat confused when they saw their youngest member run up to a much-taller-and-much-bigger Sanada Genichiro of Rikkai and hug him. Tezuka, in particular, was very, very annoyed. Who was that vice-captain to interrupt his team's practice?
Ryoma smiled slightly when she let go of Genichiro. "Yukimura-san let you off early today?"
"Hai," He nodded once. "You told me once that your practice finishes at five."
She smiled again. "It does. We're just cleaning up." Ryoma shifted the tennis bag on her shoulder. "Can we go now? I'm hungry!"
"I've noticed," he said dryly. Her stomach had been practically howling when she spoke. "Come on, then." He put a hand on her head, before turning around to walk off. "I'm sure you want some burgers." Ryoma nodded, and followed him, waving at the regulars once.
Momoshiro frowned slightly. He turned to look at Eiji. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That they're dating, nya? Then yes!" The redheaded acrobatic-playing teen smiled. "Want to follow them?"
Kaido hissed. "Momo-baka… Idiot peach. Echizen will notice."
"Chicken, are you, mamushi?" He replied, smirking. "I never thought you'd be one to back out of these types of things."
"Bastard! You want a piece of me?" Kaido growled. Momoshiro's eyes flared, and he responded by-
"Twenty laps around the courts, Momoshiro! Kaido!" Tezuka barked. "Eiji, you too!" Oishi and Kawamura sighed. Fuji just smiled, quietly amused at the situation. Really, when Tezuka was on the court, you never talked about these things, unless drinking Inui's Juice(s) were a part of your daily agenda…
-x-
Ryoma quietly ate her burger, looking outside of the window as Genichiro drank from his coke. It was a comfortable silence, she thought. Not filled with tension, but just… Quiet. She closed her eyes and finished her food, leaning on her hand.
"Ryoma-chan." She opened her eyes to look at Genichiro questioningly. "I believe your teammates are watching us." She smirked slightly, looking over her shoulder discreetly. Sure enough, Momoshiro, Eiji and Fuji were there, eating, talking, and occasionally glancing at them.
"Mada mada," Ryoma murmured tauntingly, bobbing her head once. "I won't spill my secrets that easily." Genichiro smirked slightly, his eyes gleaming in a hidden amusement.
"I can tell," he said softly, taking another sip of his drink. The straw sucked in air at the same time as coke. It made a loud gurgling noise, obnoxious to the ears. Her golden eyes glistened with anticipation at the challenge.
Once they'd finished their food, and left the restaurant, the twosome went towards the park. Ryoma was eager to play a game against Genichiro. Him? Not so much. He was constantly looking at reflective surfaces, and every time he did, he could see three figures following them, two of them, not so discreetly. The redhead and the raven-haired ones. The brunette was subtler, he noted, than the others.
"Kikumaru-senpai and Momo-chan-senpai aren't very discreet," Ryoma commented loudly, pulling out her racquet. She smirked slightly, and she put her bag down on the bench beside the tennis court. Genichiro followed suit, but he took out a few tennis balls as well. It was his turn to bring them, after all. They could both hear the surprised squeaking of Eiji's, and the annoyed voice of Momoshiro's. However, Fuji was snickering softly.
"Smooth or rough," The male of the duo asked in a statement. When she answered with a "smooth", he spun the racquet, and it twirled on the ground. "Rough. My serve, then."
"Mada mada," She murmured again. "Fuji-senpai! If you're just going to stand there, you can make yourself useful by keeping count of the scores!"
"Saa, so rude, Ryoma-chan." He answered, smiling. "Fine."
-x-
Ryoma sighed when she reached her door front with Genichiro beside her. He opened the door for her as she walked mechanically towards the living room, her bag slipping down her shoulder to her hand. "They're going to harass me until the end of the year," she groaned, once she fell down onto the cushion on the sofa.
The dark-haired-and-eyed male smirked slightly after he sat down as well. "Are they? What do you think you're going to tell them?"
"… Maybe I should tell them we dated a long time ago."
He laughed softly, lowering his cap with his free hand. "I think that their reactions would be highly amusing. Varying from horror, to acceptance, to surprise, and maybe disapproval?"
Ryoma lifted his cap slightly, peering at him with her gold eyes. "Maybe we shouldn't make that a lie."
"What a lie?" Genichiro looked confused, watching as she moved a bit closer.
"The dating thing." Ryoma smiled at his expression – surprise –, and she lifted his cap up. His eyes widened, and she leaned in to kiss him.