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Note to all : No, no, I haven't forgotten about my other stories, don't worry. I sometimes find myself getting random bits of ideas without being able to string them into something usable, and here's where they'll end up! This is a collection of one-shots/short stories/drabbles about the silver pair from Hyoutei, Prince of Tennis, with other pairs mentioned here and there. Rated T generally, with individual ratings inside each chapter/story. Stories may or may not be related to one another, so be sure to read the Summary!
Title : #4 - Lunch Time!
Summary : Choutarou's idea of a romantic Lunch Break includes a home-made lunch box, and he just couldn't wait to try that out on his favourite senior. Another drabble, a little fluff here and there, rated T to be safe. Hope you'll enjoy.
Maybe he wouldn't come today..
Choutarou balanced his bento gingerly in his hand, and threw a nervous glance around the courtyard. He was waiting under their tree, but his favourite senpai was nowhere in sight.
Maybe he's upset about being made a lunch box. Maybe he's insulted..
Holding back yet another sigh, Choutarou closed his eyes and collapsed his weight against the tree bark. He'd thought a handmade lunch box was a good change from the usual convenient store bread that Shishido-san always had.. Maybe he was wrong. Or maybe, he should've kept this a secret, if he'd known Shishido-san would feel insulted.
Just as he was about to drag his frame back to his classroom, a familiar voice rang from overhead. "Oi Choutarou!" he heard, and immediately his head shot up to find a panting figure, peaking out of a window 3 storeys above him.
"Shishido-san!"
"I got caught up with something- wait there, I'm coming down now!"
Listening to the flustered voice, Choutarou cracked a huge smile, and felt a blush rise up to his cheeks. Without thinking, he threw his arms out wide, and held them there as he locked gaze with his senior.
Even from the distance he could see Shishido-san freeze on the spot, and arc his eyebrow in question.
"… What?"
"… Jump! I'll- I'll catch you!"
Shishido-san shot him a shocked look, and withdrew himself from the window almost immediately. "As if I'd do that!" was the only yell Choutarou heard as Shishido-san thundered down the stairs to meet him.
Right.. As if he would do that.. Chotuarou grinned sheepishly, still blushing. He had no idea why he had blurted that out; and now, he tried mentally preparing himself for the berating he was sure would come.
Instead, as Choutarou watch his senior step out of the building towards him, all he saw was the deep red blush on the older boy's face; and how he was refusing to meet Choutarou's eyes.
"Shishido-san.."
"… After school.."
"Eh?" He had missed the soft mutter in confusion.
Shishido-san looked up with a fierce glare, but as he spoke, his voice trembled. "… After school," he breathed slowly, trying hard not to look away. "If you want, we can try that after school."
Then, as though desperate to break away from the embarrassing moment, Shishido-san snatched away the lunch box from Chotuarou's hand, and turned to dash away.
Choutarou stood rooted on the spot, stunned by what he had heard; then, as he watched Shishido-san disappear around the corner, he snapped back to senses. As he started trying to catch up, Choutarou could not help keep the wide grin off his face.
"Wait for me, Shishido-san!"
