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Sayuri was about to fall asleep. In school, in ENGLISH for Kami-sama's sakura tree's sake. She couldn't see the board, there were hate vibes all around her, aimed at her, and the whole cow incident.
Stop calling it the cow incident! STUPID BRAIN
Fine, the Sanada Genichirou incident.
"Okay, everybody hand your papers to you partner in front of or behind you to grade," Amai-sensei said.
Sayuri felt a paper flutter down on top of her head. She popped her head up. The paper fell to the floor, "Oops, sorry."
She gave her own paper to Sanada, who looked at it carelessly. Back at her seat, she examined Sanada's paper carefully. She giggled, and giggled some more. Then she burst out into full out laughter. Sanada turned around, a glare set on his face.
Sayuri let some more giggles slip out, "Sorry, it's just that, your paper sounds so funny in English!"
Sanada's glare morphed into a sort of questioning gaze.
"Your mistakes make everything sound funny!" Sayuri said brightly.
Okay, back to glare now.
"Uh, sorry," Sayuri muttered, turning her head down.
Sanada turned back around and glanced at her paper some more. Where did this girl get so damn good at English? He checked the paper, then double-checked. The English was flawless, according to the answer sheet shown up front.
Sayuri on the other hand was twirling her neon green gel pen through her fingers, letting out slight giggles and marking the paper. Man, who would've thought that Ushi-san* sucks at English? She finished grading the paper and set it lightly on Sanada's head, trying to balance it. It stayed, damn, Ushi-san's posture is so stiff.
Sanada handed her paper over his shoulder and took the paper off of his head. Sayuri, acting out of impulse rather than intention, smoothed the hair that frizzed up as result of the paper.
Sanada shot a glare back. Sayuri's face timidly smiled, "Sorry, impulse."
Sanada turned around, more mad at the paper than Sayuri. "You know, if you want to get better at English, you should practice often." He turned to the sound of the voice. Sayuri was putting her paper in her bag. "Because the only way to learn a language is to use it often." She hummed a tune, "That's how I learned English anyways. And Japanese, and a tiny bit of French out of interest."
Sanada stared at the girl. Maybe Sayuri Muramoto wasn't as clueless as he thought. Sayuri got up to throw something away, and promptly tripped on a chair. Sanada snorted, Nope, definitely clueless.
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The bell rang, signaling the end of English. Sanada promptly stood up and went off to Math. He soon became aware, however, that Sayuri was walking behind him. He turned a questioning scowl at her. She bowed her head slightly, "Sorry, I don't want to be killed by your fangirls."
Sanada thought about it, it made sense. No person wanted to be a target of rage of the fangirls. Sanada shrugged and continued walking. She smiled, and took that signal to continue along, skipping behind him. Sayuri could feel the fangirls' glares of fury and jealousy. Mataku, it's not like I'm dating him or anything... I'm just walking, behind The Emperor Ushi-san, so that you guys don't effing kill me!
"Ne, Sanada-san," Sayuri spoke up. Sanada gave no indication that he heard, but pricked his ears. "Are you really that good at tennis?"
Sanada stopped walking. Sayuri bumped into him. "Itai," she muttered.
Sanada's glare intensified by infinity. Even the fangirls turned away. Sayuri looked up at him innocently.
His voice was laced with barely disguised rage, "I do believe I am quite good at tennis."
"That's self-promotion, Sanada-san," Sayuri said seriously, a twinkle in her amethyst eyes.
Sanada blinked, and turned away. After Sayuri couldn't see his face, he let out the tiniest, tiniest, snort.
"Even so, I think I'll drag my friends to go watch your guys' next match."
Sayuri grinned and they walked into Math class.
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After school, Sayuri went to her club. Every student in Rikkai is required to join a club. Hers was one of the less famous ones. She was in the ballet club. Sayuri had heard all the crap about ballet throughout her entire life. Sayuri was proud of being a ballerina, she even had a t-shirt. She hummed as she put her hair up. The best thing about her ballerina family, is that none of them were tennis male fangirls. They're more of anti-tennis males. Most of them have had disastrous experiences with Niou Masaharu or Yagyuu Hiroshi, or Sanada Genichirou. Pulling on her leg warmers, Sayuri slammed her locker door and went into the studio. Maki and Mimi were already there, warming up.
"So..." Mimi said suggestively, "What's up with you and Sanada Genichirou?"
Maki snorted, "Mataku, Mimi-chan."
Sayuri stared at them, "I don't like him."
"Whoa, so straightforward, Sayuri-chan," Mimi said, "Are you sure it's not something else?"
"Uh, yeah," Sayuri said, "Do you know what Malina-buchou would say to me if I was into Sanada Genichirou?"
"She would castrate you, then attempt to castrate Sanada. Then Yukimura will step in with his little heavenly angel smile and make everything okay," Maki said.
Sayuri shivered, "Scary..."
Mimi pouted, "You guys are boring! Haven't you ever heard of those forbidden romance stories?"
"Yes, I have, and I found them disgusting," Maki said in a bored tone.
"I asked Sanada-san today if he was good at tennis," Sayuri said, thinking back.
Mimi's eyes turned wide and even Maki didn't have a sarcastic remark for that.
"HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!" Mimi shouted, all the girls' heads turned.
"Uh... He looked like he was about to kill me, but then I told him I would drag you guys to their next match," Sayuri smiled timidly.
"Are you freaking serious?" Maki said.
"Well, this can't end well," Mimi said.
"So yeah, we're going to their next tournament!" Sayuri said cheerfully.
Maki groaned, "Do we have to?"
"Yes, we have to," Sayuri said seriously, "We're not gonna be fangirls, but let's go."
"Fine," Maki said, "But if anybody dares call us fangirls, I'm ripping their heads off."
"Verbally, right?" Mimi asked.
"Uh... sure," Maki muttered.
"I'll go!" Mimi said cheerfully, "I wanna know why these guys are so famous too."
"Tch, don't say that so loud," Maki said.
Malina-buchou clapped her hands and said, "Minna! Give me 32 pirouettes across the floor!"
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The next day, Sayuri found Sanada again.
"Ne, Sanada-san, when's the tennis team's next match?" Sayuri asked brightly.
Sanada stared at her blankly, as if to say 'why are you still here?'
"I did tell you that I was going to find out if you're really that good at tennis. How am I supposed to do that if I never watch you play?" Sayuri explained.
"Hn," She did make a good point, "We have the Kanagawa prefecturals tomorrow at the Tennis Gardens."
"Okay! I'll see you then, try not to lose!" Sayuri said brightly.
Sanada's face transformed into a stone-like glare. Sayuri cowered a little, "Sorry."
The rest of that day passed without any fangirl attacks. Sayuri walked home with Maki. The girls walked in silence. Maki was never one to talk much, and Sayuri was busy thinking about tennis. How much do I exactly know about tennis? I know how the score is kept, and different sorts of swings, but other than that...
Before she knew it, Sayuri was walking past her gate. "Oi, Sayuri, are you planning to sleep at my house or something?" Maki called.
Sayuri blinked and turned around. She scratched her head, embarrassed. "Oops."
"Mataku, what would you do without me?" Maki said.
Sayuri smiled and waved. "I'll see you at the Tennis Gardens tomorrow."
"Fine, ja," Maki said, putting her hands in her pockets and walked off.
Sayuri unlocked the door to her house and stepped inside. "Hm, I should learn more about tennis so that I can actually tell if Ushi-san and his team are any good. Who can I ask?..."
Sayuri went up to her room and found her cell phone, buried in a mess of clothes. She found the contact in her phone that she hadn't used for a while. Before pressing the call button, she took a deep breath.
Bracing herself for the yell that was sure to come, Sayuri pressed call.
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