Fic: All a Girl Needs (for meganezilla)
Author/Artist: llamachan
For: meganezilla
Title: All a Girl Needs
Characters: Atobe/An/Oshitari, cameos of Shishido and Kabaji
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own Prince of Tennis, but if I did, I’d be in the Bahamas with a harem right now.
Warnings: None
Summary: An gains insight into the teenage male mind
Notes: My beta is wonderful, and deserves much love. :)
Comments are love~!
Like any typical Monday afternoon at any high school, Hyotei’s halls were quickly emptied as students disappeared to various clubs, sports teams, and just good old-fashioned laziness. Within five minutes (if anyone was timing it), the classrooms had been emptied with the amount of urgency dedicated to a five-alarm blaze in the building.
Tachibana An was no slave to trends, except for this one. The final bell on Monday meant tennis practice; which was well worth having to sit for hours in school. She walked ahead of the gaggle of other girls supposedly heading towards the courts (but spending all of their time gossiping about how cute Atobe Keigo was), preferring not to bother with them. She accepted Hyotei’s offer of scholarships to their prestigious secondary division for their tennis, not the boys…although that was a very nice addition to the package.
For as long as she could remember, tennis and boys had been intertwined in her life. First it was Kamio and Ibu (whom she had crushes on, and nearly cried when they both showed up at her house with their girlfriends), then Momoshiro (still cute, single, and a possibility.) Yet in the end, what she had wanted and got from them was friendship and good opponents. She had been able to beat them all, and was proud of it. An pushed away all thoughts of the opposite sex, however, and decided to focus on her upcoming practice. After all, they had tournaments coming up.
“An-chan!”
An looked up, recognizing the excited voice to be that of Morimoto Sakura, Hyotei senior and captain of the girl’s tennis team. An was her vice-captain, and knew that she would be handed the reins next year. “Did I miss something?”
“Atobe-kun,” Sakura squealed. “He’s so cute!”
An resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. Sakura’s crush on Atobe was well publicized around school, and rumor had it that she bribed their graduated captain into letting her have the spot so that she could be the team representative at meetings and sit next to him. “What did he do this time? Breathe on you?”
“He looked at me and called me Sakura-chan! An-chan, this is incredible! You don’t know what it means!”
An looked up from tying her shoes. “That sounds like he was just being himself. What does it mean?”
“IT MEANS HE KNOWS MY NAME!” The resounding squeal caused An to wince and grab her racquet. She could get the club started on warm-ups while Sakura giggled her heart out.
Normally, An loved practice. Since Sakura was captain in name only, she was the one who controlled the drills, assigned laps, even wrote out the lineups (since all Sakura had to do was sign off on them). However, amid Sakura’s squeals, which turned into a roar as soon as the other members came into the clubhouse, An started getting a headache.
Today, she decided, was going to be hell.
It was sunset, and practice in the women’s courts was still going strong, despite protests from members worrying about their parents, meeting their boyfriends, or bitching about the lack of daily gossip. An heard none of this-instead, when drills were done, she happily assigned more. After all, that was what she had gotten into tennis for-the game.
She had not anticipated the crowd around the fence that consisted of the men’s tennis team.
“They’re still practicing?” Oshitari asked, staring intently into the courts. “The women practice more than we do, but I don’t mind…”
“Move out of the way!” Shishido exclaimed and nudged his teammate aside. “Check out her ass!” The young woman in question heard the remark, and returned Shishido’s wolf whistle with an angry glare.
An resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead sent the exhausted girls, begging for mercy, on a round of cooldown laps. She had worked them well beyond their practice period, and by that time, they were a large, sweaty mess who were too tired to care about their appearances in front of the boys.
She spun on her heel and marched towards the culprits, ignoring Shishido’s appreciation for the way her skirt flounced when she turned. “We don’t need an audience. If you’re that bored, go practice!”
“We’re not bored, Tachibana-chan,” Oshitari responded with an amused glance. “We’re spending our time appreciating the nuances of the female figure. And my, that skirt looks-“
“Cut it out.” While An would normally appreciate the flirting, she had enough of boys for the moment. Turning back to her team, she called for dismissal and watched the group disperse straight for the showers, most of the boys following them. Instead of joining the group, An simply slumped back onto the bench and caught her breath. The clink of the gate being opened and the soft footsteps of someone walking towards her didn’t register until a bottle of water was placed directly in her vision.
“Long day?”
“The worst,” An responded and gratefully opened the bottle, then patted the spot next to her. “And it didn’t help that you and your idiot friends had to come comment on our practice, Yuushi.”
“We had to keep up appearances, An,” Oshitari drawled and turned it into a soft chuckle. “Wasn’t it you who’s so determined to keep me under wraps?”
“Professional appearances. You have your family to worry about, and I have to keep the team focused on tennis. Besides, Sakura would kill me if she knew.”
Oshitari smoothed back An’s sweaty hair affectionately. “And why would she kill you?”
“For not introducing her to Atobe,” she responded, causing him to laugh. She smiled and rested against his shoulder. The couple had been dating for three months, and still no one had a clue.
“You know that we risk being spotted here, right?”
An sipped at her water and shook her head. “We don’t. The other girls are going to be spending years in the shower, not that I wouldn’t mind that myself.”
“May I join in?”
An answered him with a playful smack.
What the happy couple didn’t realize is that they were indeed being watched.
“Well…now we know where he’s been hiding. Na, Kabaji?”
“Usu.”
Tuesday morning, and An looked forward to the same routine as always. The other women in the tennis club gave her grumpy looks thanks to yesterday’s grueling practice, which she met with a smile and said that she wouldn’t mind doing it again. That shut the girls up and let them go back go to massaging their sore muscles.
She strode into her homeroom confidently, ignoring the gasps and whispers and attributing them to her newfound status as a grueling slave driver. An couldn’t have been more wrong.
Sitting on top of her desk was a bouquet of a dozen roses, beautifully arranged in an antique silver vase. It was lovely, and obviously very expensive. An looked for any nametag or identification, but there was none to be found.
Yuushi, you sweetheart, she thought to herself and smiled. She would have to find a nice way to thank him. The roses went to the corner of her desk. While she pretended to ignore the envious stares of her classmates, inwardly she was gloating. After all, even though she kept it a secret, she had snagged the second-best tennis player in Hyotei (and the hottest guy in school). What more could a girl want?
An walked confidently into the clubhouse that afternoon, only to be greeted by Sakura’s hysterical shriek and a missed slap to her face.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DATING ATOBE?”
“I’m what?” An asked, shocked. “I’m not dating Atobe!”
“Yes you are!” Sakura sat on one of the wooden benches in a hysterical flounce. “He was telling everyone in class today how he sent these flowers to his girlfriend but how it had to be a big secret. And you-oh, look what you have!” She pointed an accusatory finger to An’s flowers. “Look at that!”
“That’s not…Sakura-chan, what are you going on about?” An sighed. “Those are from my boyfriend, who isn’t Atobe!”
“You’re lying! How could you do this to me?” Sakura groaned and started to dig around in her bag, finally pulling out her racquet and water bottle. “I go and tell you all about my crush, and you have to go off and date him, you little slut!”
An-chan stood up angrily and stomped over to Sakura. “I AM NOT-“
Sakura angrily flung her water over An’s white polo. “Yes you ARE!”
An grumbled and went back to her own bag to search for her blue Hyotei jacket.
…Which was missing from its place.
“I think Shishido-senpai has it,” another girl smirked and pointed outside to the men’s courts. An shot her an angry look and stormed out. The last thing she wanted to do was go over to the men’s courts and have everyone…
A wolf whistle interrupted her. “Nice tits!”
…stare at her for wearing a wet white blouse.
Shishido grinned and held up her jacket. “Looking for this, babe?”
“Don’t call me that!” An folded her arms over her chest and stalked towards him. She caught Oshitari’s eye and simply shook her head. They still had to keep quiet, for both their sakes.
Shishido held the jacket just out of An’s reach. “So babe. Are you going to grab this or what?”
An’s face turned red and she tried to grab her jacket without extending her arms. All Shishido had to do was step back.
“What’s the matter? I’m gonna give it to you.”
“Then give it to me,” An hissed through clenched teeth. For the first time in a while, she wished that her brother decided to come to Hyotei instead of going back to Shitenhouji.
Shishido held it out again, and then swiped it back the second An’s fingers were close to grabbing it. “So slow! It’s right here! All you need is-hey!” He was cut off by suddenly being grabbed by his shorts and hoisted into the air. “Put me down!”
Kabaji simply stared at Shishido, then easily plucked An’s jacket from him and gave it back. An hurriedly put it back on, too stunned to even thank him. Shishido was dropped to the ground unceremoniously, and Kabaji turned to go.
“H-hey!” An called out, coming back to her senses. Kabaji didn’t turn around, an An ran after him. “Hey!”
Could he not hear her? “Kabaji!”
Kabaji slowly turned around and stared at her, not saying a word.
“Thank you,” she politely bowed.
“You’re welcome,” a loud, annoying, definitely-not-Kabaji voice announced behind him. An rolled her eyes. Atobe.
Hyotei’s resident captain and egoist was standing behind An’s savior, a smug smile on his face. “Shishido will be taught manners.”
“That’s great,” An said, her anger starting to bubble. “Atobe, why are you telling everyone that we’re dating! I’m not your girlfriend!”
“Not yet,” he started grandly. “But think of how awed you’ll be by my prowess.”
“…I’m definitely not sleeping with you.”
Atobe ignored her remark and continued on. “My sources have told me that you have been seen keeping the company of one Oshitari Yuushi. Is that true?”
An felt another headache coming on. “That’s none of your-“
“It’s true,” Atobe confirmed. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Kabaji-bring him.”
“Usu.” Kabaji headed back to the tennis courts.
“You’re being stupid,” An muttered.
“I have a proposition for you, An-chan.”
“I’m not listening!” What was with the sudden interest in her, anyway?
“I know that you’ve been asking the men’s team certain…questions about me.” Atobe tossed his head in a self-confident gesture. “About, perhaps…my taste in women?”
“That was for Sakura-chan!” An protested. Part of An’s “duties as vice-captain,” as Sakura had put it, was to scope out the men’s team for her. She had only done that stupid questionnaire so that she would get off her back.
“Mmhmm,” Atobe made a sound of disbelief. “You’ve been blinded by my charm and handsomeness, haven’t you? That’s all right, most young ladies are. I’m not only Hyotei’s tennis star, I’m also its top student, not to mention good-looking.”
An resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Atobe started listing his qualities. She had heard it all before from the girls in her classes. Instead, her mind started wandering. Why was he picking now to suddenly claim this interest in her? She was happy with Oshitari, and if Atobe knew they were dating, why couldn’t he leave it at that?
…Rivalry.
When An thought about it, the two were constantly at each other’s throats-not with Shishido’s loud outbursts, but with very well-restrained digs at each other. Was that the sudden interest? Was that Oshitari’s motive for dating her? She wasn’t any sort of prize!
“Anyway, out of every woman at this school, I have chosen you to bestow my affections on. Do you know how privileged this makes you? You’ll be the envy of everyone!”
Everyone’s going to hate me, what are you talking about? An still kept her mouth shut, silently fuming at both of them. Did they think this was a game?
At that moment, Kabaji reappeared with Oshitari at his side. An glared; Oshitari didn’t say a word.
“So you’ve joined us, Yuushi?” If it was possible to smirk while speaking, Atobe had achieved it.
“Keigo,” Oshitari responded coolly. An suddenly wondered when they were on a first-name basis.
“You both have a lot to explain!” An insisted. “Yuushi, what’s going on? I can’t believe you’d date me just to get at Atobe, you ass!”
Oshitari sighed. “That wasn’t it.”
“Start. Explaining.” An folded her arms and glowered at both of them.
The two boys glanced at each other.
“Keigo supposedly had a crush on you for years, but decided not to act on this until we started dating,” Oshitari started. “He decides to demand last night-“
“I did not, I was simply thinking of your best interests-“
“My best interests are for you to leave us alone!”
“If you two don’t get to the point, I’m going to leave!” An was suddenly regretting her decision to allow Oshitari to be her boyfriend.
“Anyway,” Atobe started again. “When I told Yuushi of my desires, instead of graciously stepping away, he insists on keeping you to himself. He has such disrespect for other people.”
“He came up with an idea.” Oshitari looked disgusted at the thought.
“One of my brilliant ones, of course. I decided to let you choose between us, and the loser will benevolently allow you to go with the man of your choice.” Atobe positively preened at the thought.
“You’re….allowing me to choose?” An couldn’t believe her ears. “I don’t have to choose either of you! Yuushi, how could you?”
“This wasn’t my idea, An!” Oshitari stared angrily at Atobe. “He wants us to break up, I don’t want to!”
An’s headache started to pound. “You’re both being ridiculous. Men are so stupid. I have half a mind just to get up and walk away from both of you!” For a moment, she wished that she had never decided to go to Hyotei. “You’re both idiots!”
Despite her fuming, though, An realized that she really didn’t want to give up Oshitari. She genuinely liked him, and despite Atobe’s meddling, she knew he felt the same way. The last three months had been the happiest of her high school life.
On the other hand, there was Atobe. Despite his promises of the loser leaving the couple alone, she knew that he could easily make both of their lives hell. When An thought about it more, Atobe was kind of cute, and that confidence was attractive, even when he was being an enormous prick.
“Well, there’s only one decision to make.” An positively beamed at Oshitari, who returned her smile and offered his hand.
In a split second, she had grasped both Atobe’s and Oshitari’s hands.
“I’ll date both of you!”
“What?” The yell could be heard over the entire tennis court. An merely smiled and swung their hands a little.
“I can’t decide who I want until I date both of you, right?” She tugged on both of their hands and led them off to the women’s courts. “The best decision is an informed decision!”
Atobe and Oshitari were, for once, too startled to speak or argue.
An had plans for this, and held her head up proudly as she passed through the courts with her dates.
“Tch. You’ll find out soon that the best decision is me,” Atobe sniffed.
“Don’t even start, Keigo!” Oshitari decided to look rather interested in the scenery instead of his two companions.
An merely smiled to herself. The two hottest boys in Hyotei. What more could a girl want?
For: meganezilla
Title: All a Girl Needs
Characters: Atobe/An/Oshitari, cameos of Shishido and Kabaji
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own Prince of Tennis, but if I did, I’d be in the Bahamas with a harem right now.
Warnings: None
Summary: An gains insight into the teenage male mind
Notes: My beta is wonderful, and deserves much love. :)
Comments are love~!
Like any typical Monday afternoon at any high school, Hyotei’s halls were quickly emptied as students disappeared to various clubs, sports teams, and just good old-fashioned laziness. Within five minutes (if anyone was timing it), the classrooms had been emptied with the amount of urgency dedicated to a five-alarm blaze in the building.
Tachibana An was no slave to trends, except for this one. The final bell on Monday meant tennis practice; which was well worth having to sit for hours in school. She walked ahead of the gaggle of other girls supposedly heading towards the courts (but spending all of their time gossiping about how cute Atobe Keigo was), preferring not to bother with them. She accepted Hyotei’s offer of scholarships to their prestigious secondary division for their tennis, not the boys…although that was a very nice addition to the package.
For as long as she could remember, tennis and boys had been intertwined in her life. First it was Kamio and Ibu (whom she had crushes on, and nearly cried when they both showed up at her house with their girlfriends), then Momoshiro (still cute, single, and a possibility.) Yet in the end, what she had wanted and got from them was friendship and good opponents. She had been able to beat them all, and was proud of it. An pushed away all thoughts of the opposite sex, however, and decided to focus on her upcoming practice. After all, they had tournaments coming up.
“An-chan!”
An looked up, recognizing the excited voice to be that of Morimoto Sakura, Hyotei senior and captain of the girl’s tennis team. An was her vice-captain, and knew that she would be handed the reins next year. “Did I miss something?”
“Atobe-kun,” Sakura squealed. “He’s so cute!”
An resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. Sakura’s crush on Atobe was well publicized around school, and rumor had it that she bribed their graduated captain into letting her have the spot so that she could be the team representative at meetings and sit next to him. “What did he do this time? Breathe on you?”
“He looked at me and called me Sakura-chan! An-chan, this is incredible! You don’t know what it means!”
An looked up from tying her shoes. “That sounds like he was just being himself. What does it mean?”
“IT MEANS HE KNOWS MY NAME!” The resounding squeal caused An to wince and grab her racquet. She could get the club started on warm-ups while Sakura giggled her heart out.
Normally, An loved practice. Since Sakura was captain in name only, she was the one who controlled the drills, assigned laps, even wrote out the lineups (since all Sakura had to do was sign off on them). However, amid Sakura’s squeals, which turned into a roar as soon as the other members came into the clubhouse, An started getting a headache.
Today, she decided, was going to be hell.
It was sunset, and practice in the women’s courts was still going strong, despite protests from members worrying about their parents, meeting their boyfriends, or bitching about the lack of daily gossip. An heard none of this-instead, when drills were done, she happily assigned more. After all, that was what she had gotten into tennis for-the game.
She had not anticipated the crowd around the fence that consisted of the men’s tennis team.
“They’re still practicing?” Oshitari asked, staring intently into the courts. “The women practice more than we do, but I don’t mind…”
“Move out of the way!” Shishido exclaimed and nudged his teammate aside. “Check out her ass!” The young woman in question heard the remark, and returned Shishido’s wolf whistle with an angry glare.
An resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead sent the exhausted girls, begging for mercy, on a round of cooldown laps. She had worked them well beyond their practice period, and by that time, they were a large, sweaty mess who were too tired to care about their appearances in front of the boys.
She spun on her heel and marched towards the culprits, ignoring Shishido’s appreciation for the way her skirt flounced when she turned. “We don’t need an audience. If you’re that bored, go practice!”
“We’re not bored, Tachibana-chan,” Oshitari responded with an amused glance. “We’re spending our time appreciating the nuances of the female figure. And my, that skirt looks-“
“Cut it out.” While An would normally appreciate the flirting, she had enough of boys for the moment. Turning back to her team, she called for dismissal and watched the group disperse straight for the showers, most of the boys following them. Instead of joining the group, An simply slumped back onto the bench and caught her breath. The clink of the gate being opened and the soft footsteps of someone walking towards her didn’t register until a bottle of water was placed directly in her vision.
“Long day?”
“The worst,” An responded and gratefully opened the bottle, then patted the spot next to her. “And it didn’t help that you and your idiot friends had to come comment on our practice, Yuushi.”
“We had to keep up appearances, An,” Oshitari drawled and turned it into a soft chuckle. “Wasn’t it you who’s so determined to keep me under wraps?”
“Professional appearances. You have your family to worry about, and I have to keep the team focused on tennis. Besides, Sakura would kill me if she knew.”
Oshitari smoothed back An’s sweaty hair affectionately. “And why would she kill you?”
“For not introducing her to Atobe,” she responded, causing him to laugh. She smiled and rested against his shoulder. The couple had been dating for three months, and still no one had a clue.
“You know that we risk being spotted here, right?”
An sipped at her water and shook her head. “We don’t. The other girls are going to be spending years in the shower, not that I wouldn’t mind that myself.”
“May I join in?”
An answered him with a playful smack.
What the happy couple didn’t realize is that they were indeed being watched.
“Well…now we know where he’s been hiding. Na, Kabaji?”
“Usu.”
Tuesday morning, and An looked forward to the same routine as always. The other women in the tennis club gave her grumpy looks thanks to yesterday’s grueling practice, which she met with a smile and said that she wouldn’t mind doing it again. That shut the girls up and let them go back go to massaging their sore muscles.
She strode into her homeroom confidently, ignoring the gasps and whispers and attributing them to her newfound status as a grueling slave driver. An couldn’t have been more wrong.
Sitting on top of her desk was a bouquet of a dozen roses, beautifully arranged in an antique silver vase. It was lovely, and obviously very expensive. An looked for any nametag or identification, but there was none to be found.
Yuushi, you sweetheart, she thought to herself and smiled. She would have to find a nice way to thank him. The roses went to the corner of her desk. While she pretended to ignore the envious stares of her classmates, inwardly she was gloating. After all, even though she kept it a secret, she had snagged the second-best tennis player in Hyotei (and the hottest guy in school). What more could a girl want?
An walked confidently into the clubhouse that afternoon, only to be greeted by Sakura’s hysterical shriek and a missed slap to her face.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DATING ATOBE?”
“I’m what?” An asked, shocked. “I’m not dating Atobe!”
“Yes you are!” Sakura sat on one of the wooden benches in a hysterical flounce. “He was telling everyone in class today how he sent these flowers to his girlfriend but how it had to be a big secret. And you-oh, look what you have!” She pointed an accusatory finger to An’s flowers. “Look at that!”
“That’s not…Sakura-chan, what are you going on about?” An sighed. “Those are from my boyfriend, who isn’t Atobe!”
“You’re lying! How could you do this to me?” Sakura groaned and started to dig around in her bag, finally pulling out her racquet and water bottle. “I go and tell you all about my crush, and you have to go off and date him, you little slut!”
An-chan stood up angrily and stomped over to Sakura. “I AM NOT-“
Sakura angrily flung her water over An’s white polo. “Yes you ARE!”
An grumbled and went back to her own bag to search for her blue Hyotei jacket.
…Which was missing from its place.
“I think Shishido-senpai has it,” another girl smirked and pointed outside to the men’s courts. An shot her an angry look and stormed out. The last thing she wanted to do was go over to the men’s courts and have everyone…
A wolf whistle interrupted her. “Nice tits!”
…stare at her for wearing a wet white blouse.
Shishido grinned and held up her jacket. “Looking for this, babe?”
“Don’t call me that!” An folded her arms over her chest and stalked towards him. She caught Oshitari’s eye and simply shook her head. They still had to keep quiet, for both their sakes.
Shishido held the jacket just out of An’s reach. “So babe. Are you going to grab this or what?”
An’s face turned red and she tried to grab her jacket without extending her arms. All Shishido had to do was step back.
“What’s the matter? I’m gonna give it to you.”
“Then give it to me,” An hissed through clenched teeth. For the first time in a while, she wished that her brother decided to come to Hyotei instead of going back to Shitenhouji.
Shishido held it out again, and then swiped it back the second An’s fingers were close to grabbing it. “So slow! It’s right here! All you need is-hey!” He was cut off by suddenly being grabbed by his shorts and hoisted into the air. “Put me down!”
Kabaji simply stared at Shishido, then easily plucked An’s jacket from him and gave it back. An hurriedly put it back on, too stunned to even thank him. Shishido was dropped to the ground unceremoniously, and Kabaji turned to go.
“H-hey!” An called out, coming back to her senses. Kabaji didn’t turn around, an An ran after him. “Hey!”
Could he not hear her? “Kabaji!”
Kabaji slowly turned around and stared at her, not saying a word.
“Thank you,” she politely bowed.
“You’re welcome,” a loud, annoying, definitely-not-Kabaji voice announced behind him. An rolled her eyes. Atobe.
Hyotei’s resident captain and egoist was standing behind An’s savior, a smug smile on his face. “Shishido will be taught manners.”
“That’s great,” An said, her anger starting to bubble. “Atobe, why are you telling everyone that we’re dating! I’m not your girlfriend!”
“Not yet,” he started grandly. “But think of how awed you’ll be by my prowess.”
“…I’m definitely not sleeping with you.”
Atobe ignored her remark and continued on. “My sources have told me that you have been seen keeping the company of one Oshitari Yuushi. Is that true?”
An felt another headache coming on. “That’s none of your-“
“It’s true,” Atobe confirmed. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Kabaji-bring him.”
“Usu.” Kabaji headed back to the tennis courts.
“You’re being stupid,” An muttered.
“I have a proposition for you, An-chan.”
“I’m not listening!” What was with the sudden interest in her, anyway?
“I know that you’ve been asking the men’s team certain…questions about me.” Atobe tossed his head in a self-confident gesture. “About, perhaps…my taste in women?”
“That was for Sakura-chan!” An protested. Part of An’s “duties as vice-captain,” as Sakura had put it, was to scope out the men’s team for her. She had only done that stupid questionnaire so that she would get off her back.
“Mmhmm,” Atobe made a sound of disbelief. “You’ve been blinded by my charm and handsomeness, haven’t you? That’s all right, most young ladies are. I’m not only Hyotei’s tennis star, I’m also its top student, not to mention good-looking.”
An resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Atobe started listing his qualities. She had heard it all before from the girls in her classes. Instead, her mind started wandering. Why was he picking now to suddenly claim this interest in her? She was happy with Oshitari, and if Atobe knew they were dating, why couldn’t he leave it at that?
…Rivalry.
When An thought about it, the two were constantly at each other’s throats-not with Shishido’s loud outbursts, but with very well-restrained digs at each other. Was that the sudden interest? Was that Oshitari’s motive for dating her? She wasn’t any sort of prize!
“Anyway, out of every woman at this school, I have chosen you to bestow my affections on. Do you know how privileged this makes you? You’ll be the envy of everyone!”
Everyone’s going to hate me, what are you talking about? An still kept her mouth shut, silently fuming at both of them. Did they think this was a game?
At that moment, Kabaji reappeared with Oshitari at his side. An glared; Oshitari didn’t say a word.
“So you’ve joined us, Yuushi?” If it was possible to smirk while speaking, Atobe had achieved it.
“Keigo,” Oshitari responded coolly. An suddenly wondered when they were on a first-name basis.
“You both have a lot to explain!” An insisted. “Yuushi, what’s going on? I can’t believe you’d date me just to get at Atobe, you ass!”
Oshitari sighed. “That wasn’t it.”
“Start. Explaining.” An folded her arms and glowered at both of them.
The two boys glanced at each other.
“Keigo supposedly had a crush on you for years, but decided not to act on this until we started dating,” Oshitari started. “He decides to demand last night-“
“I did not, I was simply thinking of your best interests-“
“My best interests are for you to leave us alone!”
“If you two don’t get to the point, I’m going to leave!” An was suddenly regretting her decision to allow Oshitari to be her boyfriend.
“Anyway,” Atobe started again. “When I told Yuushi of my desires, instead of graciously stepping away, he insists on keeping you to himself. He has such disrespect for other people.”
“He came up with an idea.” Oshitari looked disgusted at the thought.
“One of my brilliant ones, of course. I decided to let you choose between us, and the loser will benevolently allow you to go with the man of your choice.” Atobe positively preened at the thought.
“You’re….allowing me to choose?” An couldn’t believe her ears. “I don’t have to choose either of you! Yuushi, how could you?”
“This wasn’t my idea, An!” Oshitari stared angrily at Atobe. “He wants us to break up, I don’t want to!”
An’s headache started to pound. “You’re both being ridiculous. Men are so stupid. I have half a mind just to get up and walk away from both of you!” For a moment, she wished that she had never decided to go to Hyotei. “You’re both idiots!”
Despite her fuming, though, An realized that she really didn’t want to give up Oshitari. She genuinely liked him, and despite Atobe’s meddling, she knew he felt the same way. The last three months had been the happiest of her high school life.
On the other hand, there was Atobe. Despite his promises of the loser leaving the couple alone, she knew that he could easily make both of their lives hell. When An thought about it more, Atobe was kind of cute, and that confidence was attractive, even when he was being an enormous prick.
“Well, there’s only one decision to make.” An positively beamed at Oshitari, who returned her smile and offered his hand.
In a split second, she had grasped both Atobe’s and Oshitari’s hands.
“I’ll date both of you!”
“What?” The yell could be heard over the entire tennis court. An merely smiled and swung their hands a little.
“I can’t decide who I want until I date both of you, right?” She tugged on both of their hands and led them off to the women’s courts. “The best decision is an informed decision!”
Atobe and Oshitari were, for once, too startled to speak or argue.
An had plans for this, and held her head up proudly as she passed through the courts with her dates.
“Tch. You’ll find out soon that the best decision is me,” Atobe sniffed.
“Don’t even start, Keigo!” Oshitari decided to look rather interested in the scenery instead of his two companions.
An merely smiled to herself. The two hottest boys in Hyotei. What more could a girl want?