Author's Note: Just watched an episode of the Shohoku-Shoyo game. The one
where Fujima had just entered. Anyway, one particular frame caught my eye:
the one where they showed Hana with a faint, ambiguous smile on his face.
That was right after Ru had scored again. Bleah, this note is getting long.
But I needed to explain that coz this is just a small peek into Hana's
thoughts at that moment. ^_^
For Love of the Game (or something like that)
I couldn't help the small smile that curved my lips. The baka kitsune was showing off again.
Iya. The kitsune was far too detached to show off. In fact, he couldn't care less what people thought of him as long as he got to do what he wants. Which is, of course, to play basketball.
Bah! Why the heck am I thinking about the baka kitsune? Why is he always the last thing in my mind before I go to sleep? Heck, he's even there in my dreams. HOT, steamy dreams.
K'so! I have to get these thoughts out of my head NOW before I do something embarrassing. Like drool after him or get a hard-on right in the court.
I stubbornly squash the hentai images from my head by thinking of Haruko- san and my supposed anger towards the kitsune. As expected, a familiar rush of anger surfaced, almost overpowering the flush of arousal that had spread through my system.
Almost.
I tried one last time to ditch the sensation. I opened my mouth.
"Rukawa!! Just remember that it's this Tensai's abilities that allowed you to make that shot!" I shook my fist at him to emphasize my point.
Not surprisingly, his only reply was, "Do'aho."
Oh well. I suppose that'll do for now.
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Gyahaha!!! Utterly stupid and random. I'm sorry for making you suffer through this. ^^ I just had this sudden urge to write something. ANYTHING. Peace, ok. ^_^ *flashes a vee sign*
For Love of the Game (or something like that)
I couldn't help the small smile that curved my lips. The baka kitsune was showing off again.
Iya. The kitsune was far too detached to show off. In fact, he couldn't care less what people thought of him as long as he got to do what he wants. Which is, of course, to play basketball.
Bah! Why the heck am I thinking about the baka kitsune? Why is he always the last thing in my mind before I go to sleep? Heck, he's even there in my dreams. HOT, steamy dreams.
K'so! I have to get these thoughts out of my head NOW before I do something embarrassing. Like drool after him or get a hard-on right in the court.
I stubbornly squash the hentai images from my head by thinking of Haruko- san and my supposed anger towards the kitsune. As expected, a familiar rush of anger surfaced, almost overpowering the flush of arousal that had spread through my system.
Almost.
I tried one last time to ditch the sensation. I opened my mouth.
"Rukawa!! Just remember that it's this Tensai's abilities that allowed you to make that shot!" I shook my fist at him to emphasize my point.
Not surprisingly, his only reply was, "Do'aho."
Oh well. I suppose that'll do for now.
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Gyahaha!!! Utterly stupid and random. I'm sorry for making you suffer through this. ^^ I just had this sudden urge to write something. ANYTHING. Peace, ok. ^_^ *flashes a vee sign*