AN: All right, this is the last of what I had in stock. Which means that I'll actually need to write another chapter before I can update.. Which may or may not be a long time, because I'm a fickle person. (Wow, fickle and impatient- what kind of a writer am I?) Anyways, as I'd mentioned before, this chapter is hopefully a little crazier than the others. (If this could even be called exciting to any sight extent.)

A Monday Morning

It was a monday morning when the teacher called Echizen Ryoma up to the front of the classroom to congratulate him on his recent efforts in the tennis tournament. Fangirls scattered in the class shared secretive looks among themselves. A plan had formed.

As soon as Ryoma walked out of the classroom to get a Ponta during break, he was greeted by a mob of girls, undoubtedly the whole clan had been called to gather by the contacts of the few who shared his class. Harmless students who had simply been walking across the hallway quickly turned around to find a new route- the place was clogged.

Ryoma couldn't see anything. He could hear too much. Feel too much. Screams of "Ryoma-sama!" "My prince!" Echoed through the hallways as girls struggled to get one touch of his body. Ryoma was feeling molested all the way through when he finally managed to walk back into the classroom. Akari, who had been too intimidated to go check out the ruckus, noticed a very ruffled Echizen walk in. Her eyes caught onto one detail of the boy. After debating the matter to herself for a while, she walked over to Ryoma.

"Hey, Echizen," she whispered after looking around, "your, uh…"

"What?" Ryoma glared up at her. He was done with putting up with girls for the day.

"No, really, you…" Akari was having a hard time bringing the matter up.

"Get away from me." His sharp words stung Akari. She was only trying to help! Thankfully, as if apologetic, he finally looked up at her.

"What's the matter?"

"Your…" She looked away and gestured towards his pants, awkwardly standing there. Ryoma looked down, to discover in shock that the button on his pants had been torn away. Damn those bitches, he thought, and stood up in a hurry, carefully facing the wall. After quickly tying his tennis jacket around his waist, an embarrased-as-hell Ryoma pondered what to do.

"I carry an extra button for my shirt- it's not the same color, or size, for that matter, but… whatever." Akari was just as embarrassed as Ryoma was, and she almost ran back to her seat after leaving the button on his desk. Fuming, Ryoma took the button and headed for the nurse's office. He didn't even want to think about explaining how the situation had occurred.

Bonus!

After school at the changing room…

"Ehh, Ochibi, the button on your pants…" Eiji pointed out with his 'body eyesight' which was still active outside of tennis.

"Long story," he grumbled. He was thankful none of his teammates were observant enough to see what kind of button that was. Actually, he wasn't even sure, with Fuji-senpai still smiling at him like that.