It's Not All About Tennis
48. Cuddle
Marui sighed as he flopped down next to Niou, screaming into the others pillow.
Niou raised an eyebrow before folding the page he was reading and setting the book down. He watched Marui for a moment before saying, "Are you going to explain or just drool all over my bed?"
"My brothers are fucking pricks," Marui swore, his voice muffled by the pillowcase. "Mom took them to get some new soccer cleats, that they don't even need!, and didn't even ask me if I wanted to get new shoes even though mine are falling apart!"
Niou gave a soft hum, "I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose. The boys want to make the team when they come up next year right?"
"So?" Marui answered, glaring over at him. "It's going to be harder for me to make a high school tennis team then them a middle school one." He screamed into the pillow again, "You're a horrible boyfriend. You're supposed to make me feel better."
Niou laughed and slipped down the bed, wrapping his arms around Marui's body, "Sorry, sorry. We'll cuddle and I'll pretend your always right."
"Damn straight."