"The boy's tennis team are definitely going to the nationals this time, eh Suzuki-buchou-san?" A brunette girl stumbled as she tried to keep up with her captain who just strode along towards the tennis change rooms, her face an impassive mask.
The captain in question just grunted lightly, neither in agreement nor disagreement. It was her last year at Hokkaidō Sapporo Minami Kōtō Gakkō and Suzuki Amane had planned on bringing the reputation and skill of the girl's tennis team up so they would be on par with the boy's tennis team. If she did that then no longer would the higher ups focus only on male athletics and a better future would be ensured for the generations to come. However, it seemed that the boy's team always seemed on step ahead of her and though she should've been proud of her schoolmate's success, Suzuki felt only bitterness. She took failure very seriously and frowned down upon it. For herself to fail her teammates in such a way was utterly disgraceful in her opinion.
The other girl however seemed unperturbed by her captain's detachment. "Its because of Hiroyuki-san ne buchou? He's just so amazing…" She gushed softly, a blush settling onto her face.
'I wish I was more like him, instead I'm just klutzy, shy me. He's so good at tennis as well…the whole boy's tennis team is in fact'
"Terisu," Suzuki sighed stifly, "I'd rather not talk about that hot-shot player right now if you don't mind."
"I hope you don't mean me?" a mock offended voice popped out from beside Suzuki, the tall boy seemingly materializing beside the duo. His untimely appearance just served to fluster Terisu and shove Suzuki deeper into her dark mood.
"Ah, oh Hiroyuki-san!" Terisu stammered, hands fluttering around in a random way as she attempted to calm herself.
Suzuki though, was in a complete contrast to her teammate. Her stoic expression had tightened into a scowl and she was glaring balefully at the boy's tennis team's captain. It was his entire fault that the team had gotten so good. He wasn't even a third year either. What was this?
"What are you doing here?" Suzuki snapped tersely, hands gripping the strap of her tennis bag tightly.
He blinked his bright blue eyes at her innocently, a smirk tugging at his lips. "What do you mean Suzu-chan? Am I not allowed to go change after tennis practice?"
"Don't call me that." Suzuki huffed and grabbed Terisu's hand, dragging her away from the obnoxious captain who always managed to rile her up and enjoy it no matter what mood she was in.
Grinning he kept his ambling pace yet he still managed to keep up to Suzuki's utmost displeasure. With his hands in his short's pockets, Hiroyuki was the epitome of complete relaxation except for his teasing expression. "Call you what Suzu-chan?"
The sharp and resounding slam of the girl's change room was his only answer but he didn't seem to mind. Casually brushing his black, curly hair out of his eyes, he continued on his merry way to his own change rooms while humming a simple tune along the way.
It was only till he was in the middle of his shower that he remembered why he had actually approached the two girls in the first place.
'Oh shoot, I'll just tell them later."