A/N: Ahaha I hate this pairing. Someone should write Bobby/Kevin, I ship that so hardcore. But I wrote this anyway because, I mean, Nanjiroh would totally react like this, especially since Kevin is almost as femme as Ryoma.

Disclaimer: Kevin technically isn't even one of Konomi-sensei's characters, so, uh, don't sue me, Anipuri makers.

Drabble the forty-seventh: Kevin/Ryoma

"Hey, kid." Nanjiroh opened the door wider and stepped aside to let in Ryoma and... a blonde kid. Familiar looking. "Who's your friend?

Ryoma rolled his eyes. "Kevin, Dad. You've only met him a dozen times."

"Oh, right, the American kid you shacked up with. How could I forget?"

"Old age."

"Shut up. Brat. What are you doing here?"

"Mom says I have to tell you something."

Nanjiroh blinked. "Are you in trouble with the law?"

"No."

"You're not..." Nanjiroh lowered his voice. "You're not quitting tennis?"

"No," Ryoma snapped, irritated. "Well. Temporarily. You're going to be a grandpa."

Nanjiroh's face split into a wide grin. He thumped Ryoma hard on the back. "Good job, kid. good job. You get those strong swimmers from your old man, you know."

"Dad." Ryoma cleared his throat. "You shouldn't, er, hit pregnant people like that."

"But you're not–" Nanjiroh looked from his son, who was tugging his cap over his eyes and flushing scarlet, to Kevin, who was smirking, and back again. "RINKO!"

Rinko came down the stairs, looking confused. "What's going on?"

"Deal with your son. I can't even look at him right now!" Nanjiroh stormed off into the house.

"Ah," Rinko said knowingly. "You told him about the baby."

Ryoma nodded.

"Well, we knew he'd react this way. He'll calm down eventually."

"But seriously," Kevin said, rolling his eyes, "what is your dad smoking if he thinks you could top anyone?"