Not All About Tennis
14. Home Alone
"Are you sure about this, Bunta?" questioned Hikaru Marui as she popped her head into the door of the living room. Her husband lingered behind her, both of them dressed in coats and jeans. "It's not to late to drop you off at you're grandmas with Daichi and Taichi."
Bunta shook his head, "I'm fine, mom. It's only two days."
She bit her lip before nodding, "Okay. Love you, baby."
"Love you to, mom," he answered with a grin in her direction. She waited a moment before sighing and making her way out the door. When he heard the door click he let his legs out from under him and tried to focus on the tv.
After a while, though, it found himself jumping at the slightest noises until finally he stood up with a sigh. Marui walked across the room and grabbed the phone from the night table. Without looking, he dialed and waited for the answer.
"Y'llow?"
"'Haru, can you come over?" Marui requested – wrapping one arm around himself. "I just…I don't want to be alone like this."
There was silence on the other end before Niou answered, "I'll be right there. I just need to pack a bag."