Prince of Tennis Version 2.0

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The Official Prince of Tennis Version 2.0 Kink Meme!
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Sorry, it's a bit long.
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Sanada always felt completely at peace kneeling on the floor of the washitsu, carefully laying out his calligraphy tools in the proper order. He had been coming to the room daily after tennis practice, both to work on his technique and to physically and mentally unwind. The feeling of brush strokes sliding across rice paper was almost meditative, and his mind was always free and clear when he walked home, afterward.

The calligraphy set he used actually belonged to Yanagi, but Sanada had borrowed it several weeks ago. Yanagi was content enough to let Sanada hold on to it indefinitely, since it was one of the few things that actually seemed to make Sanada happy. Sanada seemed to enjoy tackling any task that involved traditional discipline, so calligraphy was really a perfect undertaking to offset his other pastimes.

Sanada learned quickly and did not fool around, wasting neither ink nor time in his practice. Fellow tennis team members humored him when they found themselves 'gifted' with the fruits of his artistic discipline, unable to figure out how to politely refuse.

Yanagi gave him lessons from time to time, instructing him on the proper way to hold the brush, noting the bleed of the ink on the paper when the brush was pressed at different strengths or held at slightly different angles with a stroke. That was part of the art, he explained. The idea was not to attain perfect uniformity, but disciplined artistic expression.

After practice one afternoon, Sanada waited for Yanagi as per usual, setting up the tools and mixing the ink. Yanagi was late today, and that irked him slightly. He was generally not tolerant of tardiness, but Yanagi had been trying to explain an assignment to one of his classmates, and Sanada could not rightfully be annoyed too much about it. Yanagi promised he would not be delayed long.

Not wanting to waste further time, Sanada began dipping the brush in the ink and pressing brush to paper to practice alone. His mind was clear and not preoccupied as he stroked the brush over the paper, allowing his inner self to come through. He was almost surprised at himself when he finished, pulling his arm and brush away from the paper to examine it as the ink began to dry.

Bold and elegant, the character for Yanagi's name stood out against the rice paper.

Breaking the silence of the room, a soft knock tapped lightly on the door, followed by a short pause. The door cracked open and Yanagi entered quietly from behind where Sanada knelt, apologizing demurely for his lateness. Seeing that Sanada had already begun, he smiled, leaning over Sanada to examine the paper.

"You've improved, Genichiroh."

Sanada gave a small start at the sound of Yanagi's voice, but composed himself immediately. "Ah. Renji."

"You still have much to learn, but your form is much better," Yanagi continued, nodding to himself. He reached for a fresh sheet of paper, weighting it down and kneeling beside Sanada. He grasped Sanada's wrist in his hand, guiding him to the ink and carefully dipping the pointed brush into the dark liquid. Moving Sanada's hand with the brush back to the paper, he gently used his own hand as a lead, drawing the same character for his name as Sanada had done.

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