Not All About Tennis
6. Over
Marui collapsed into the tennis court – panting and covered in a thin coat of sweat. He laid like that for a while before Niou crawled over.
"Hi," greeted the trickster as he fell onto Marui's stomach.
"Get off. You're too heavy."
Niou rubbed his cheek against the pinkette's side, "No. I'm comfy on top of all your fat."
"Jackass," Marui huffed and gave the others rat tail a firm yank. "We're never playing again, you know. This is exhausting."
"Agreed. I don't think I'll ever run again my legs are so sore."
"'Mura's going to make you anyways."
Niou sighed, "I know."