On a roll
Be impressed. I've done my next drabble ^_^~
Apparently I write better (and quicker) after a long day with a headache and the beginnings of a cold XD
Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis.
Echizen Ryoma
“Ochibi~!”
Echizen Ryoma lurched forward as his cat-like senpai’s arms wound around the freshmen’s neck. Though he would never admit it, Ryoma really didn’t mind Kikumaru-senpai’s tackle hugs. He glared at those who laughed (namely Momo-senpai) and would complain later about the hug being too tight and suffocating, but there was no real force behind it.
Kikumaru-senpai never slammed into him as hard as he made out or squeezed enough to cause discomfort; his tennis style was too similar for that kind of mistake.
But he still staggered forward, if only to hide the small smile curling on his face.
Apparently I write better (and quicker) after a long day with a headache and the beginnings of a cold XD
Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis.
Echizen Ryoma
“Ochibi~!”
Echizen Ryoma lurched forward as his cat-like senpai’s arms wound around the freshmen’s neck. Though he would never admit it, Ryoma really didn’t mind Kikumaru-senpai’s tackle hugs. He glared at those who laughed (namely Momo-senpai) and would complain later about the hug being too tight and suffocating, but there was no real force behind it.
Kikumaru-senpai never slammed into him as hard as he made out or squeezed enough to cause discomfort; his tennis style was too similar for that kind of mistake.
But he still staggered forward, if only to hide the small smile curling on his face.