Prince of Tennis: summerflies
Title: summerflies
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Kirihara, Kevin Smith
Genre: Gen, humor
Word Count: 176
Notes: ...Quite a few of my drabbles are about heat and/or summer, huh? ^^;
Summer in Japan is hot. It is hot, and humid, and sticky, and still, and Kevin just wants to lie down and never move again.
That's what summer in Japan is like.
Kevin wipes the sweat off his forehead, messing up his blond bangs as he pushes them away.
"Too hot," he moans, and peels his tennis polo away from his chest. "Too damn hot."
"Whatever," Kirihara mutters from across the court. "I wanna finish this and beat you before you go back to America again."
"You're insane."
"And you're serving. So serve."
Kevin just looks at him. Kirihara looks like he's ready to pass out, too.
"Fucking insane," he mutters, then bounces the ball once, twice, thrice.
He serves.
--
"You guys are the dumbest idiots on the face of the earth," Kirihara's sister tells them on the car ride back to his house for a shower and a glass of lemonade. "Did either of you even win?"
"Me," they both groan in unison, and then half-turn to glare at each other.
Kirihara swears.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Kirihara, Kevin Smith
Genre: Gen, humor
Word Count: 176
Notes: ...Quite a few of my drabbles are about heat and/or summer, huh? ^^;
Summer in Japan is hot. It is hot, and humid, and sticky, and still, and Kevin just wants to lie down and never move again.
That's what summer in Japan is like.
Kevin wipes the sweat off his forehead, messing up his blond bangs as he pushes them away.
"Too hot," he moans, and peels his tennis polo away from his chest. "Too damn hot."
"Whatever," Kirihara mutters from across the court. "I wanna finish this and beat you before you go back to America again."
"You're insane."
"And you're serving. So serve."
Kevin just looks at him. Kirihara looks like he's ready to pass out, too.
"Fucking insane," he mutters, then bounces the ball once, twice, thrice.
He serves.
--
"You guys are the dumbest idiots on the face of the earth," Kirihara's sister tells them on the car ride back to his house for a shower and a glass of lemonade. "Did either of you even win?"
"Me," they both groan in unison, and then half-turn to glare at each other.
Kirihara swears.