Another chibi chapter xp Sorry for not updating I was busy with school and other stories.
"It seems Ore-sama buchou arrived here first. How befitting of Ore-sama." Atobe smirked proudly standing just behind the line that divided just the ground and the holy ground of tennis court. His eyes gazed at the fields behind it, numerous people doing what ought to, sounds of racket hitting it's target were heard.
"There is your annoying face." he heard familiar itching voice behind him and turned his glorious head to see that tanned, rowdy, ill-mannered brute. Who always carried that orange ball with him.
"How dare you call my exquisite presence annoying, ahn~?"
"Do you always speak like mamma's homo boy?"
"Why are you even here, disturbing Ore-sama's flawless day?" Atobe flinched, seeing how Aomine had the guts to even yawn while taking to Ore-sama.
"Because I won't take your shit, this shitty sport of yours is nothing. So I'll beat you. The only one who can beat me is me." Aomine smirked looking around, he, in fact, had never played tennis before but his massive ego urged him to follow Atobe after he kicked his ass in basketball, and the latter refused to acknowledge Aomine's obvious superiority.
"You speak such foul language. Ore-sama's refinded tastes can't tolerate such-"
"Yeah, yeah whatever. I can't tolerate your pampered arse either so..."
Atobe narrowed his eyebrows, throwing his spare racket at the tanned boy and waiting for him to get on court.
"This thing isn't heavy at all. I'll be done in seconds then I can go back at reading my magazines." Aomine smirked.
But then, he realized it wasn't that easy to hit a ball when serving, especially when the ball was irritatingly small and this stupid racket was in a way.
"What's the problem, ahn~? Atobe was growing impatient on the other side. Plus, there weren't any of his followers to sing the familiar chant about Ore-sama glorious existence.
"Just wait, Imma get this shit down." Aomine growled.
But every time he'd try the ball would amusingly hit his head. It was amusing for Atobe at least.
"Shall Ore-sama serve first then, at least we could start the game?"
"Fine, tch. Do whatever you want, homo-diva."
It was pointless, to say at least. Just as Atobe was bad at basketball, Aomine found that tennis wasn't his cup of tea. He was running around, Aomine noticed how terrifyingly fast tanned boy way, agile at that too, but he could't hit a ball with a racked. He was also too tall in Ore-sama's opinion, his arms were like monkey's.
"It seems we're equally, matched with Ore-sama winning at tennis and you winning at that unsightly thing you call basketball. Ore-sama can't let this go on, how shall we settle the score?"
"Beats me, who cares. The only can who can beat me is me."
"You'll be amazed at Ore-sama's prowess because Ore-sama has just found the perfect test."
Aomine narrowed his eyebrows, almost sighing.
"What is it? And stop saying repeating Ore-sama more than once in a sentence, it just sounds dumb as fuck."
So, feel free to give me ideas at what could Aomine and Atobe try to compete against each other. I will write it probably because I have no idea.
Maybe about trying to seduce the same girl or something.
Help me, guys :3
