It's Not All About Tennis
24. Toxic
Marui sighed as he leaned against the cold stone wall, "My dad is going to kill me."
"Mhm," Niou hummed from next to him. "Masaru is going to be so pissed that mom has to skip his game to come pick me up again."
"Again?" Marui exclaimed, giving the other a sharp look. "How many times have you been in jail?"
Niou shrugged, "Five or six times?" Marui's mouth dropped open. "It's usually on Masaru's game nights. Which is so awesome since I love ruining my baby brothers night."
Marui let his head thunk against the wall, "You're a horrible influence."
"Whatever," laughed Niou, yanking the pink haired boy towards him by a single belt loop and promptly wrapped an arm around him. He pressed a soft kiss to his temple before calling, "Hey! Honda-san can we get a soda?"
The guard outside the cell replied with a swift, "Let me finish my paperwork."
E/n: When Niou's pranks go a bit to far and/or someone has no sense of humor.