Set. Game. Match.
WHO: Fuji Syuusuke & Nill
WHAT: Tennis lessons
WHERE: Tennis courts
WHEN: After practice Saturday afternoon, around...one-ish
WARNINGS: NILL BEING CUTE
Fuji shifted through his bag of rackets, glad that the school had finally put a tennis court on the school grounds. He would miss walking down to the street court and facing the interesting opponents, especially those that had started to appear to face him. The brunette tilted his head to the side and made a mental note to stop there every once in a while. After all facing his teammates across the net got boring no matter how good they were.
The captain of the team sighed with a smile on his face and shifted his golden racket in. Fuji could only imagine the faces of his former teammates back home again once he had told them he was captain. A genius on the tennis courts he had never attempted for the captaincy at Seishun, content instead to watch and support one of the strongest players he had known.
Shaking nostalgic thoughts from his head the brunette zipped up his bag and walked back on the court to pick up the tennis balls still laying scattered around. There were at least two or three dozen of the fuzzy yellow orbs laying on one side of the court. Teaching a new person to play was an interesting experience, especially for one who had been playing since he was a young child.
WHAT: Tennis lessons
WHERE: Tennis courts
WHEN: After practice Saturday afternoon, around...one-ish
WARNINGS: NILL BEING CUTE
Fuji shifted through his bag of rackets, glad that the school had finally put a tennis court on the school grounds. He would miss walking down to the street court and facing the interesting opponents, especially those that had started to appear to face him. The brunette tilted his head to the side and made a mental note to stop there every once in a while. After all facing his teammates across the net got boring no matter how good they were.
The captain of the team sighed with a smile on his face and shifted his golden racket in. Fuji could only imagine the faces of his former teammates back home again once he had told them he was captain. A genius on the tennis courts he had never attempted for the captaincy at Seishun, content instead to watch and support one of the strongest players he had known.
Shaking nostalgic thoughts from his head the brunette zipped up his bag and walked back on the court to pick up the tennis balls still laying scattered around. There were at least two or three dozen of the fuzzy yellow orbs laying on one side of the court. Teaching a new person to play was an interesting experience, especially for one who had been playing since he was a young child.