It's Not All About Tennis
47. Nosebleed
Niou dove across the court before Marui's back hit the
"I didn't mean to hit him!" Akaya screeched, his voice full of regret and fear. "I swear, Niou!"
"I know, idiot! Now go get Yukimura or someone, I can't carry him to the nurse by myself," Niou snapped as he peeled his shirt off. "Bunta, move your hands."
Marui let his hands fall away from his nose. He didn't object as Niou pressed his shirt against his nose to stop the bleeding only murmured, "Next time I try to play singles against Akaya, please stop me."
"I will," Niou agreed, laughing as he pressed his lips to Marui's forehead. "You're lucky the nurse stays late, dumbass."
"Don't call me a dumbass when I'm bleeding out. It'll be your last words to me."
"Your such an idiot," Niou laughed. "It's a nosebleed, a broken nose at most, you're not gonna die. I wouldn't be laughing if you could."