Tendril: SP // Prince of Tennis
Title: Tendril
Author: Strawberry'd
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Ootori x Shishido, Silver Pair
Summary: Shishido helps Ootori with his homework.
Notes: For yomigaere, my Shishido-san! X3; Merry (VERY) late Christmas! :D;;; First attempt at Silver Pair fic ._.
It isn’t quite fair how cute Choutarou is being. How can one person look that cute? He’s sitting at his desk doing homework for heaven’s sake! How does one look cute while doing that? But there’s something about how he bites his lip in concentration, how his forehead wrinkles as he thinks, how his eyes light up when he finds an answer to a particularly hard question that makes him look so unbelievably cute.
You watch him from the corner of your eye, pretending to do your own homework. You know though, that no homework of yours is going to be done in his presense. Soon, he feels the power of your gaze on his back and turns to look at you. You fumble, dropping your pencil and making your textbook fall off the bed you’re sitting on. You turn to look at him, chuckling nervously. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he replies with a sweet smile. You don’t say anything about how his smiles make you tingle.
“Uh,” You mumble and turn away to hide the blush that slowly creeps onto your face.
“Shishido-san?” The sound of his voice makes you snap your head in his direction. He is twirling his pen in his long musician fingers, looking confusedly at a problem in his book. “Can you help me with one question?”
You jump off the bed to help your partner, almost eagerly before telling yourself to calm down. “What subject?”
“Mathematics.” Choutarou gives you a wry smile; it is his worst subject and while it is not your best, it is one of them. You lean over him, palms firmly planted on the surface of the desk, your now-fully-grown hair dangling onto the textbook. “Shishido-san!” He says playfully, swatting it away. “I can’t read.”
“Sorry Choutarou.” You murmur close to his ear, straining your eyes to read the small text. While intent on solving the problem, you don’t notice how the silver-haired boy stiffens slightly under your arms. He swallows as he picks at a loose thread, waiting for you to finish reading.
“Ahh, I see,” You have understood the problem and are now writing down the steps for your kouhai. After a few minutes of scribbling, you observe how he is not paying attention… to anything, really.
You tilt your head slightly, hair brushing the younger boy’s temple. He flinches. “…Choutarou?” You ask quietly. Obviously something was off.
A hand reaches up and touches the tendril of hair that wound up in front of him. He touches it softly with his elegant fingers and then smiles. You can feel it, even though you can’t see it. He leans his head back into your neck and sighs slowly. “Nothing.”
Dictionary:
kouhai: underclassman
Author: Strawberry'd
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Ootori x Shishido, Silver Pair
Summary: Shishido helps Ootori with his homework.
Notes: For yomigaere, my Shishido-san! X3; Merry (VERY) late Christmas! :D;;; First attempt at Silver Pair fic ._.
It isn’t quite fair how cute Choutarou is being. How can one person look that cute? He’s sitting at his desk doing homework for heaven’s sake! How does one look cute while doing that? But there’s something about how he bites his lip in concentration, how his forehead wrinkles as he thinks, how his eyes light up when he finds an answer to a particularly hard question that makes him look so unbelievably cute.
You watch him from the corner of your eye, pretending to do your own homework. You know though, that no homework of yours is going to be done in his presense. Soon, he feels the power of your gaze on his back and turns to look at you. You fumble, dropping your pencil and making your textbook fall off the bed you’re sitting on. You turn to look at him, chuckling nervously. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he replies with a sweet smile. You don’t say anything about how his smiles make you tingle.
“Uh,” You mumble and turn away to hide the blush that slowly creeps onto your face.
“Shishido-san?” The sound of his voice makes you snap your head in his direction. He is twirling his pen in his long musician fingers, looking confusedly at a problem in his book. “Can you help me with one question?”
You jump off the bed to help your partner, almost eagerly before telling yourself to calm down. “What subject?”
“Mathematics.” Choutarou gives you a wry smile; it is his worst subject and while it is not your best, it is one of them. You lean over him, palms firmly planted on the surface of the desk, your now-fully-grown hair dangling onto the textbook. “Shishido-san!” He says playfully, swatting it away. “I can’t read.”
“Sorry Choutarou.” You murmur close to his ear, straining your eyes to read the small text. While intent on solving the problem, you don’t notice how the silver-haired boy stiffens slightly under your arms. He swallows as he picks at a loose thread, waiting for you to finish reading.
“Ahh, I see,” You have understood the problem and are now writing down the steps for your kouhai. After a few minutes of scribbling, you observe how he is not paying attention… to anything, really.
You tilt your head slightly, hair brushing the younger boy’s temple. He flinches. “…Choutarou?” You ask quietly. Obviously something was off.
A hand reaches up and touches the tendril of hair that wound up in front of him. He touches it softly with his elegant fingers and then smiles. You can feel it, even though you can’t see it. He leans his head back into your neck and sighs slowly. “Nothing.”
Dictionary:
kouhai: underclassman