Not All About Tennis
3. Sticks and Stones
"Ugh, my feet hurt," Marui whined as his bare feet slapped against the floor of the lake. "I know you know this beach sucks."
From ahead of him, Niou laughed, "Of course I knew."
"Then why the hell did we come here?" Marui complained. They were far enough into the lake that the water was beginning to turn his pink cupcake covered swimming trunks a deep almost-red.
Niou turned – his own blue and neon green swimming trunks a darker color as well – and grinned widely, "Because I knew you'd hate it."
Marui let out an offended huff, "What the hell? You're not supposed to torture your boyfriend when he agrees to go on a date with you."
"You're not supposed to ditch your boyfriend for someone who's obsessed with you," Niou responded casually.
Marui stopped in his tracks, "That's what this is about? You're torturing my feet because I went to the mall with Jirou last week?"
"Yup."
Marui spun on his foot, "Have fun by yourself then you jealous bastard."
"Eh?" Niou spun around quickly to find Marui retreating back to the shore. "Wait! Marui! It was a joke! Come back here!"