Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of tennis or any of its characters, Takeshi Konomi does and I make no profit by writing this whatsoever. Neither do I own Koizora, but it's a freaking wonderful story if I may say it myself.
Prompt: 85. She
Word Count: 800
Rating: G
Summary: The main character, Mika, was a perfect image of the type girl he believed would be his wife when he grew up
A/N: Old Golden Pair (I am talking about an age around 20 years over here, so don't get me wrong-.-") AU I guess.
Because I didn't want to create an OC for this prompt and turn the entire thing into a love triangle. Hah, got you there, yaoi all the way!
TG, sorry for spamming you even though your summer vacation hasn't starteds yet.
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When Oishi was young he had always believed that he would have a few crushes on random girls before he found the right one during his years in university. She would of course be cute, but not average. She would be just like any other Japanese girl, except that she probably would be a bit quieter and own a personality that matched his own. Caring and gentle.
And of course she would have long black hair. Maybe a bit clumsy but she would still have a great sense of responsibility and justice. She would be motivated in school and great at cooking. There was this drama named 'Koizora' when he was small. The main character, Mika, was a perfect image of the type girl he believed would be his wife when he grew up.
But he had been wrong. Horribly wrong. He let out a heavy sigh and started to solve the next math problem. He could hear a rustling sound from the sofa from where he was sitting at the kitchen table and doing his homework. Seconds later a face could be spotted in the door frame.
"Oishi? You okay?" he smiled tiredly at his lover and pulled a hand through his hair. So many years had passed and Eiji still called him by his last name. It was a habit that never seemed to go away. The way Eiji played with the pronouncing so it almost sounded like the word for 'yummy' or 'delicious'. However, neither of their friends and family seemed to notice so it stayed between the both of them.
"Yeah…" Eiji was the complete opposite from what he believed his wife would look and be like. No long and soft locks, not even the hair colour matched and he was pretty sure that he never thought the eye colour to be blue either.
"Really? It felt like the entire building was shaking though" he chuckled at Eiji's joke and immediately got rewarded with one of those grins he loved so much.
"Weren't you watching television?" he asked, but Eiji just shrugged his shoulder and said something about advertisement and sat down on the chair beside his own.
"How is it going?" Oishi sighed again, somehow it felt like he didn't make any progress, that no matter how many problems he solved, he still had hundreds left. Eiji just smiled and stretched his arms above his head.
"I don't think this will ever end."
"That's why I decided to not continue to study," the redhead grinned. Eiji had jumped off school after his high school graduation while Oishi continued to the university. Eiji had actually started to work at a kindergarten, claiming that it was not really different from his home anyway and Oishi couldn't do much more than agree. Thanks to the amount of Eiji's brothers and sisters, the Kikumaru household always seemed to be an utterly chaotic place. And the fact that all of them seemed to be made of pure energy didn't make it any better.
That was another thing that didn't fit with Oishi's picture of his future wife. Eiji was far from silent and truth to be told the redhead didn't own very much responsibility at all. The only thing that actually matched was that Eiji was good at cooking, a skill he probably had attained because of his large family.
But as Oishi studied the other he knew that Eiji had other traits that were far better than the girl he had imaged as young boy. She certainly didn't play tennis, and he was more than enjoying their Sundays that always involved a match or two against each other or a random doubles pair they found at a street court. They didn't play official matches anymore, but it didn't really matter to them. They had grown up, and even though the old regulars assembled at Taka-san's sushi restaurant every now and then, it was very few of them that actually had became a pro.
But all of them still played for the fun of it. Last week he and Eiji had played a match against Fuji and Kawamura, and even though Eiji had complained afterwards that Taka-sans shots were too hard for his fragile form it was obvious that the redhead had enjoyed it. They all had. But mostly Eiji seemed to enjoy the reunion of his friend and used every free moment to update Fuji about everything that had happened since last time, and Fuji did the same.
Oishi knew that rather to match your personality it was better to have someone like Eiji, someone to cover up for the things you couldn't do yourself. So what that they never would be able to marry each other, he still loved the cheerful redhead and that was all that mattered.
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A/N: Somehow I believed this was much longer when I first wrote it. But it was just 800 words…. scary.
