Not All About Tennis
35. Coming Home
Niou slammed the door behind him as he stumbled into the Marui's home, dropping the spare key on the coffee table before running up the stairs.
He pushed Marui's bedroom door open and sighed at the empty room. The bed was still made and the lack of clothes strewn across the floor made him feel a bit empty inside. The notebook on the desk was closed and pencils were still sharpened in a cup next to it.
Feeling the weight of the day press down on his shoulder all of a sudden, Niou fell forward and wrapped his arms around Marui's pillow. Despite the lack of the others prescene, it still smelled like strawberry shampoo and too many sweets.
"I hate summer vacation," he mumbled as he started to drift asleep.