Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 085: She
Title: Her
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Tachibana An, Kamio Akira
Prompt: 085: She
Word Count: 512
Rating: G
Summary: Shinji’s initial impressions on someone who will have a large impact on his world.
Author's Notes: This is written in first person point of view. I don’t do it often-with good reason-but sometimes, the best way to show Shinji is to just let him off the leash and ramble.
Main table can be found here
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I don’t see what’s so special about her. She’s not that cute, or smart, or funny. Yes, she has nice legs, not that I spend a lot of time looking at girls’ legs, but from what I can tell she has nicer legs than most. She doesn’t have much of a chest, and her mouth is too big for her face. My sister has hairclips like those…I wonder if she and Rumiko shop in the same stores. They look to be almost the same size…is she anorexic or something? I hope not, because anorexia is bad, and it’s not good for someone still going through puberty to starve themselves, but I guess some girls just aren’t happy with themselves….
Akira’s been drooling over her since the moment she walked in the room. He completely ignored Ishida before, and that’s not like Akira. Maybe she’s a witch, and she cast a spell over the boys, because even Ishida is staring at her now. But why am I not looking at her like that? I mean, I am, but I have no interest in talking to her or asking her out or anything. Maybe I’ve got powers, too, and they’re stronger than hers. If I told Akira that, he’d say I’m crazy. Maybe I am. Normal doesn’t seem to be too interesting. It’s boring. She looks too normal to me, so she can’t be interesting, either. I don’t like people that aren’t interesting….
Why is she looking at me? And why is she coming over here? I don’t want to talk to talk to her. I don’t like talking to people I don’t know. I don’t like talking to people, period. It’s a waste of time, because they judge me before they even know me. I bet she’ll do the same thing. She’s got no manners. Why did she sit on my desk like that? I don’t like people in my personal space-
“Hi! I’m An-chan. Kamio-kun told me your name is Ibu-kun.”
She’s just meeting me, and already she’s being too familiar. I don’t want to call her anything. I want her to get off my desk and introduce herself like a proper person if she’s going to come over here….
“Shinji! Stop muttering. We can all hear you, you know.”
“You can? I was just thinking. Can you read my mind now, Akira?”
“No, but I can hear your voice. I’m sorry, An-chan.”
“No, it’s all right!” All right…maybe her laugh is nice. Maybe. “I like you Ibu-kun! We’re going to be good friends, I just know it.”
She’s grinning. And…shaking my hand. Her hands are soft. “I…If you say so….”
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard Shinji speechless! Shinji…why are you sighing?”
“I don’t know, Akira.” I’ve lost control of this somehow. I don’t want her in my life, but she’s here anyway. Maybe it won’t be too bad. I’ve never had a female friend before. There are worse things to have. Like the measles. I hope she doesn’t give us measles, who knows where she was before here….
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Tachibana An, Kamio Akira
Prompt: 085: She
Word Count: 512
Rating: G
Summary: Shinji’s initial impressions on someone who will have a large impact on his world.
Author's Notes: This is written in first person point of view. I don’t do it often-with good reason-but sometimes, the best way to show Shinji is to just let him off the leash and ramble.
Main table can be found here
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I don’t see what’s so special about her. She’s not that cute, or smart, or funny. Yes, she has nice legs, not that I spend a lot of time looking at girls’ legs, but from what I can tell she has nicer legs than most. She doesn’t have much of a chest, and her mouth is too big for her face. My sister has hairclips like those…I wonder if she and Rumiko shop in the same stores. They look to be almost the same size…is she anorexic or something? I hope not, because anorexia is bad, and it’s not good for someone still going through puberty to starve themselves, but I guess some girls just aren’t happy with themselves….
Akira’s been drooling over her since the moment she walked in the room. He completely ignored Ishida before, and that’s not like Akira. Maybe she’s a witch, and she cast a spell over the boys, because even Ishida is staring at her now. But why am I not looking at her like that? I mean, I am, but I have no interest in talking to her or asking her out or anything. Maybe I’ve got powers, too, and they’re stronger than hers. If I told Akira that, he’d say I’m crazy. Maybe I am. Normal doesn’t seem to be too interesting. It’s boring. She looks too normal to me, so she can’t be interesting, either. I don’t like people that aren’t interesting….
Why is she looking at me? And why is she coming over here? I don’t want to talk to talk to her. I don’t like talking to people I don’t know. I don’t like talking to people, period. It’s a waste of time, because they judge me before they even know me. I bet she’ll do the same thing. She’s got no manners. Why did she sit on my desk like that? I don’t like people in my personal space-
“Hi! I’m An-chan. Kamio-kun told me your name is Ibu-kun.”
She’s just meeting me, and already she’s being too familiar. I don’t want to call her anything. I want her to get off my desk and introduce herself like a proper person if she’s going to come over here….
“Shinji! Stop muttering. We can all hear you, you know.”
“You can? I was just thinking. Can you read my mind now, Akira?”
“No, but I can hear your voice. I’m sorry, An-chan.”
“No, it’s all right!” All right…maybe her laugh is nice. Maybe. “I like you Ibu-kun! We’re going to be good friends, I just know it.”
She’s grinning. And…shaking my hand. Her hands are soft. “I…If you say so….”
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard Shinji speechless! Shinji…why are you sighing?”
“I don’t know, Akira.” I’ve lost control of this somehow. I don’t want her in my life, but she’s here anyway. Maybe it won’t be too bad. I’ve never had a female friend before. There are worse things to have. Like the measles. I hope she doesn’t give us measles, who knows where she was before here….
--The End--