A/N: I'm sorry! I got the 5 reviews, but I still don't know how to
continue.
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The victorious team ran into the locker rooms, yelling their lungs out.
"We won!! WE WON!!"
"Hai Yasuda, we know! WE WATCHED THE MATCH."
"."
Ayako grinned. "Such an exciting game! And so close - 56 to 57. All thanks to Mitsui-sempai's three pointers!"
"Hahaha, and thanks to my rebounding skills!" Sakuragi stroked a pose on a bench, before he fell.
"OII!!! TEME KITSUNE!! NANDAYOU!?!? Why did you push me?!"
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Akagi spotted a face from the door. "Imouto-chan! Come in, celebrate with us!"
Haruko came in, smiling. "Hai, Onii-chan. You guys played great just now! If Mitsui-sempai didn't score with that three-pointer, you would have lost!"
Mitsui grinned, feeling a little more warm than necessary. "Thank you, thank you." He rubbed the back of his head, wondering why they've only started commenting on his three-pointers now.
"Eh, don't start praising him so much now, his head will get swollen." Ryota predicted. "Then we'll have a crisis in our hands."
"But really, without his three-pointer, you wouldn't have won!" Haruko protested. Mitsui grinned an evil grin. "She IS right, you know. Why don't you just admit it?"
"Oh, we're screwed. His head has blown bigger again."
Somewhere in Kanagawa, Japan, a seventeen year old basketball player sat in his room, nursing his black, blue, and lumpy head, wishing that he had never opened his fat mouth.
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Whee~ Shall update another chapter soon~
~`kKk
~`kKk
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The victorious team ran into the locker rooms, yelling their lungs out.
"We won!! WE WON!!"
"Hai Yasuda, we know! WE WATCHED THE MATCH."
"."
Ayako grinned. "Such an exciting game! And so close - 56 to 57. All thanks to Mitsui-sempai's three pointers!"
"Hahaha, and thanks to my rebounding skills!" Sakuragi stroked a pose on a bench, before he fell.
"OII!!! TEME KITSUNE!! NANDAYOU!?!? Why did you push me?!"
"."
Akagi spotted a face from the door. "Imouto-chan! Come in, celebrate with us!"
Haruko came in, smiling. "Hai, Onii-chan. You guys played great just now! If Mitsui-sempai didn't score with that three-pointer, you would have lost!"
Mitsui grinned, feeling a little more warm than necessary. "Thank you, thank you." He rubbed the back of his head, wondering why they've only started commenting on his three-pointers now.
"Eh, don't start praising him so much now, his head will get swollen." Ryota predicted. "Then we'll have a crisis in our hands."
"But really, without his three-pointer, you wouldn't have won!" Haruko protested. Mitsui grinned an evil grin. "She IS right, you know. Why don't you just admit it?"
"Oh, we're screwed. His head has blown bigger again."
Somewhere in Kanagawa, Japan, a seventeen year old basketball player sat in his room, nursing his black, blue, and lumpy head, wishing that he had never opened his fat mouth.
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Whee~ Shall update another chapter soon~
~`kKk