Happy birthday, Rika
Titles: Fluffypants
Characters: Sengoku, Kirihara, random Jackal
Note: Tinyfic for Rika (her choice of characters). Happy birthday!
Sengoku eyed the other guy and stifled the urge to call him stupid names like "cutiebucket" or "ol' red eyes." He stepped slightly closer and leaned in, frowning. The little guy was the most adorable thing to wander through his territory in a long time.
"I think I'm lost," Kirihara said, staring down at the map. He'd slept on the bus again, due to the fact that late-night practice with Sanada had kept him up until a good three AM. It hadn't helped Kirihara out at all -- Sanada was practicing his lob returns, and Kirihara's job was simply to pitch him balls. Sanada, in turn, was doing it to impress Yukimura, who'd been lounging at the sidelines "doing homework," which was code for "watching Sanada sweat." Renji was in the office "taking data," which was code for "trying to start a threesome" -- it was all one big fail, and Kirihara was grumpy because of it.
"Yep, you're waaaaaay lost," Sengoku said cheerfully, drawing the map out of the cutie's hands. "I'll take good care of you though. Ever wonder about the training regime of a truly fine group of players?" His smile got sly.
"Ugh," Kirihara said, shuddering, "tennis. I hate tennis." His face screwed up into an extreme grump, eyes swirling ever so slightly pink.
"Aww," Sengoku laughed. "Then why don't I show you something else, like my favorite ice cream parlor?" The line was slick, and Sengoku was proud of it.
"That would be okay, I guess," Kirihara sighed. The other guy was oddly friendly. He must have some kind of ulterior motive, or perhaps it was only the boys at Rikkaidai that were cruel and mean and intent on destroying Kirihara's glory days.
"It's just down the block." Sengoku led the way with a sashay in his step and Kirihara followed, frowning because he'd just looked at Sengoku's bottom. The red hair reminded him of Marui, but, like, not. Mesmerizing bottom twitch. Kirihara followed him all the way to the ice cream shop and had a cone in his hand before he really thought about it.
"So -- gonna be at Senbatsu this year?"
"Mmmm." Careful licks around the top of the rum raisin ice cream. "Yep."
"Me too." Biiiiiig grin on Sengoku's face as he leaned in. "So I'll get to see a lot of you there."
Okay. Kirihara noticed the almost-lear and scowled. "Don't count on it," he said, smirking, in his best imitation-Yukimura voice. Rikkaidai surely pwned the stuffing out of a school like Yamabaka or whatever it was.
Sengoku simply laughed, however. "I have practice with someone much surlier than you," he said cheerfully.
Damn. Kirihara never quite measured up. He hid his scowl in his ice cream. "Fine. I'll see you there," he said with a sigh.
"There you are." Jackal strode into the store, eyeing Sengoku with raised eyebrows. "Aa -- when you txted me you didn't say it was a date." Grinning, Jackal plopped next to Kirihara.
Kirihara scowled again. Just as things were getting interesting...his senpai were all conspiring to kill his youth.
"Eh," Sengoku said with a wink, retreating hastily toward the door. "Senbatsu, Fluffypants. I'll see you there."
"Fluffypants." Jackal repeated, then howled with laughter.
Kirihara's head met the table as Jackal's fingers danced over his phone, txting the entire team.
"Shit." Sengoku was soooo going down at Senbatsu.
"Quiet. Fluffypants. Get me a cone of chocolate."
Characters: Sengoku, Kirihara, random Jackal
Note: Tinyfic for Rika (her choice of characters). Happy birthday!
Sengoku eyed the other guy and stifled the urge to call him stupid names like "cutiebucket" or "ol' red eyes." He stepped slightly closer and leaned in, frowning. The little guy was the most adorable thing to wander through his territory in a long time.
"I think I'm lost," Kirihara said, staring down at the map. He'd slept on the bus again, due to the fact that late-night practice with Sanada had kept him up until a good three AM. It hadn't helped Kirihara out at all -- Sanada was practicing his lob returns, and Kirihara's job was simply to pitch him balls. Sanada, in turn, was doing it to impress Yukimura, who'd been lounging at the sidelines "doing homework," which was code for "watching Sanada sweat." Renji was in the office "taking data," which was code for "trying to start a threesome" -- it was all one big fail, and Kirihara was grumpy because of it.
"Yep, you're waaaaaay lost," Sengoku said cheerfully, drawing the map out of the cutie's hands. "I'll take good care of you though. Ever wonder about the training regime of a truly fine group of players?" His smile got sly.
"Ugh," Kirihara said, shuddering, "tennis. I hate tennis." His face screwed up into an extreme grump, eyes swirling ever so slightly pink.
"Aww," Sengoku laughed. "Then why don't I show you something else, like my favorite ice cream parlor?" The line was slick, and Sengoku was proud of it.
"That would be okay, I guess," Kirihara sighed. The other guy was oddly friendly. He must have some kind of ulterior motive, or perhaps it was only the boys at Rikkaidai that were cruel and mean and intent on destroying Kirihara's glory days.
"It's just down the block." Sengoku led the way with a sashay in his step and Kirihara followed, frowning because he'd just looked at Sengoku's bottom. The red hair reminded him of Marui, but, like, not. Mesmerizing bottom twitch. Kirihara followed him all the way to the ice cream shop and had a cone in his hand before he really thought about it.
"So -- gonna be at Senbatsu this year?"
"Mmmm." Careful licks around the top of the rum raisin ice cream. "Yep."
"Me too." Biiiiiig grin on Sengoku's face as he leaned in. "So I'll get to see a lot of you there."
Okay. Kirihara noticed the almost-lear and scowled. "Don't count on it," he said, smirking, in his best imitation-Yukimura voice. Rikkaidai surely pwned the stuffing out of a school like Yamabaka or whatever it was.
Sengoku simply laughed, however. "I have practice with someone much surlier than you," he said cheerfully.
Damn. Kirihara never quite measured up. He hid his scowl in his ice cream. "Fine. I'll see you there," he said with a sigh.
"There you are." Jackal strode into the store, eyeing Sengoku with raised eyebrows. "Aa -- when you txted me you didn't say it was a date." Grinning, Jackal plopped next to Kirihara.
Kirihara scowled again. Just as things were getting interesting...his senpai were all conspiring to kill his youth.
"Eh," Sengoku said with a wink, retreating hastily toward the door. "Senbatsu, Fluffypants. I'll see you there."
"Fluffypants." Jackal repeated, then howled with laughter.
Kirihara's head met the table as Jackal's fingers danced over his phone, txting the entire team.
"Shit." Sengoku was soooo going down at Senbatsu.
"Quiet. Fluffypants. Get me a cone of chocolate."