It's Not All About Tennis
50. End
Niou reached up, wiping a few strands of hair off his forehead as he straightened up. He glanced back, watching as Marui came out of the house with a duffel bag slung over both shoulders.
"This all of it?" Niou questioned, reaching for one of the bags and tossing it into the back of his fathers car."
Marui nodded, "All of it that you had packed up."
Niou clicked his tongue, "I packed everything I could thing of. Hopefully this'll be enough. I stole a few pairs of your shorts by the way."
"Asshole." There was no bite behind the words.
They stood in silence for a minute before Niou declared, "You know this isn't us breaking up right? You'll be going to university in a month too and you'll probably call me a million times every night."
Marui let out a huff as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Why do I have to be the one calling all the time?"
He flicked Marui's forward before answering, "Because your the one pouting about something we decided months ago."
Marui looked away as he rubbed his forehead, "Just hurry up and leave, bastard."
Niou watched him for a moment before grinning. He pressed a quick kiss against Marui's temple before settling into the car. "Right then. I'll call you tonight, just this once."
"Whatever loser."
"Ha, love you Bunta."
"...Love you too idiot."