[Fic] The truth is in the details (for Willowscry)
Title: The truth is in the details
Author: muzivitch
Recipient: willowscry
Pairing/Characters: Yanagi/Sanada
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Sanada Gen does not like Yanagi Renji. Maybe.
Notes: Prompt used was pride, though it may be hard to tell. First time genderswitching with Rikkai, so I hope you enjoy!
She didn't like Yanagi Renji, but thought she did a good job of hiding it. The fukubuchou of the boys' club at Rikkai was calm and polite and popular with both the teachers and the students. He was a good player too, she admitted; he was second-best player on the boys' team, after Yukimura, and none of the Rikkai regulars were slouches. And she had to admit he was good at managing the...unruly element on the team. But she still didn't like him. He annoyed her.
She wasn't quite sure why.
"Yanagi-kun," she said.
"Sanada-san," was the reply.
Sanada Gen adjusted her black baseball cap over her short-cropped black hair and tipped her head back - Yanagi was one of the few boys their age at Rikkai she had to look up at, and that might be part of the annoyance - and said crisply, "courts A through C are assigned to the girls' team today."
"Indeed, Sanada-buchou."
Gen twitched. "Despite this, three of your players seem to be on them."
"Hmm. Yes, they do, but they don't seem to be playing, Sanada-san." There was a trace of amusement in Yanagi's otherwise even tone, and Gen gritted her teeth.
"Get them off," she said in the tone that typically had the student council jumping to do her bidding. "Now."
"Of course, Sanada-buchou," Yanagi said. "Immediately."
Gen started to stalk away, and then paused and turned. "Yanagi-kun," she said.
"Yes, Sanada-san?"
"If I see any of the boys in the girls practice area again, I will deal with them myself," she said, and then walked away.
"Now that would be a sight to see," a voice murmured next to Yanagi. "She's more terrifying than..."
Yanagi turned his head and lifted his eyebrows. "Then you?" he asked Yukimura, and Yukimura smiled.
"Nearly," he said. "When are you going to ask her out?"
"Hmm," Yanagi said. "I think I'll wait."
"Wait?"
"Until she's less likely to take my head off if I ask."
"Ah." Yukimura laughed. "Forever then," he said.
Yanagi smiled. "I don't think it'll be quite that long, Seiichi."
*
Sanada Gen knew he was up to something when he sat next to her in homeroom. His assigned seat was all the way across the room from her - something that she swore was the only that made being in the same class with him bearable - and normally she concentrated on ignoring him all day long. Normally, she succeeded at it. Today was not going to be one of those days, obviously.
"Yanagi-kun," she said in what she thought of as her most calm and even voice. She flicked her eyes over at him and then back down at the book that lay open on her desk. "What do you want?" she asked without looking up again.
Yanagi smiled in that peculiar way of his that barely counted as a smile at all. "I thought we should get to know each other better," he said mildly. "Animosity is counterproductive for the club as a whole."
"I don't have any animosity towards you," Gen lied. "I'm sorry if you've gotten that impression."
Yanagi leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. Sanada-san was gorgeous, with sharp cheekbones, big, dark eyes, and thick, dead-straight hair that she wore chopped short in a style that probably would have looked tomboyish on a dozen other girls but somehow made her look exotic.
"I apologize," Yanagi said in a dry tone that made Sanada flush. "I have no clue where I got that idea."
If he wanted to go out with her, he thought a moment later as he watched her through his eyelashes, deliberately making her twitch probably wasn't the best way to go at it. Somehow though, he thought, it was just too much to resist.
"Was there something else?" Sanada said as she pushed a short lock of hair behind her ear.
"Hmm? No."
"Then you should go back to your seat," she said. "Class is starting soon."
Sanada Gen was great at dismissing people, Yanagi thought with a slight smile, but he thought she'd find him a bit more difficult to get rid of than the average. "Of course," he said. "And I'll speak to you again later. Tonight at practice, if not before."
She gave him a wary look, and he smiled again. "Our advisor has some idea in his head," he said, "of having us have combined practice time. So we'll be sharing the courts this afternoon."
The look on her face was priceless, Yanagi thought. It was just too bad he was the only one paying enough attention to catch it.
*
"Doubles," Sanada repeated. Her eyes were narrowed and her entire stance stiff with annoyance. "Why?"
Kurumada-sensei lifted his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. Many - hell, most - of the teachers were intimidated by Sanada Gen, but their advisor never had been. Generally a good thing, she thought, but not in this particular instance.
"It's good practice," he finally said.
"We don't even play mixed doubles competitively at this level," she said. "It's..."
"Sanada-san."
Silence.
"Get on the court with Yanagi. We will discuss this later."
Sanada turned and stalked away, pausing where Yanagi leaned against the fence. "You'd better..." she began, and then stopped. She was going to tell him not to try anything - but even she had a hard time imagining Yanagi doing something like that, if he even liked her. She huffed out a breath.
"Yes?" Yanagi asked pleasantly.
"You'd better not make us lose," she improvised, and Yanagi smiled faintly.
"Of course not," he said. "I have pride too."
Sanada snorted.
It wasn't an easy match by any means - no match against Kirihara Ayaka could ever be, and Jackal from the boys' team was a force to be reckoned with - and their match lasted longer than all the others combined. In the end, though, it was theirs, and Sanada's mouth curved with satisfaction.
"You played well," Yanagi said behind her, as she took a long drink of water. "I was surprised."
Sanada turned, the smile on her face turning to a scowl. "You were surprised that I could play well?" she asked. She felt her temper rising again, and didn't bother to clamp down on it.
"Not that can play well," Yanagi said. "But that you played well with me. We made a good team," he said. "Somewhat surprising considering that you hate me."
"Oh," Sanada said. "Well, I don't exactly hate you," she said, surprising even herself. Maybe hate wasn't the word she would have chosen, she thought, but she wouldn't have argued with it. Now...it didn't seem right. "You annoy me," she said bluntly.
"Annoy you," Yanagi repeated. He pushed away from the wall and walked towards her, and Sanada quelled the urge to back up. "Would you say I get under your skin?" he asked conversationally.
"Yeah," Sanada said. "That's about right."
"That's a coincidence," Yanagi said. "You get under my skin too."
She was backing up, Sanada thought, forcing herself to stand still and look up at Yanagi. "I do?" she asked. Her lips curved into a smirk. "At least I'm not alone in it."
"Definitely not," Yanagi said. "But I do think we can deal with it more logically than we have been, Sanada-san."
Sanada's eyes narrowed. "How?"
"Like this," Yanagi said, and he bent down, his lips pressing against hers, making her stiffen briefly with surprise before she relaxed. She didn't mind this, she realized as the kiss continued. Her arms lifted to first rest against his shoulders, and then curl around his neck. It was weird; she was sure she'd hate Yanagi kissing her, but she didn't. She liked it.
Her arms were still around him when he leaned back and she blinked open her eyes to stare into his face. At least he didn't look...self-satisfied, she thought. Most guys would. But still, she thought, she had some pride. Sanada let her foot come down on Yanagi's, just hard enough to make her point.
Yanagi's hiss of breath was gratifying, she thought, and she stepped back, tugging her baseball cap back into place. "Ask permission before you do that again," she said coolly before whirling around and striding to the girls' club room.
Yanagi flexed his toes in his tennis shoe and then smiled, slowly. It wasn't the reaction he was looking for, but...
"That didn't go too well," drawled a voice behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder.
"On the contrary," Yanagi murmured. "It could have gone much worse. Were you watching the whole time, Seiichi?"
Yukimura shrugged. "I was stuck back there," he said, "so I figured I might as well admire your technique. Such that it is."
"So you don't think I have a chance?" Yanagi asked. He bent to pick up his bag.
"She told you so," Yukimura pointed out. "I heard her."
"That's not quite right," Yanagi pointed out as he slipped his bag over his shoulder. "She just told me to ask first."
Yukimura paused, and then his laughter burst out. "Most people wouldn't notice the difference," he said.
Yanagi shrugged, and his lips curved in the slightest of smiles. "No," he said, "but I do. With a girl like Sanada, the truth's in the details."
Author: muzivitch
Recipient: willowscry
Pairing/Characters: Yanagi/Sanada
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Sanada Gen does not like Yanagi Renji. Maybe.
Notes: Prompt used was pride, though it may be hard to tell. First time genderswitching with Rikkai, so I hope you enjoy!
She didn't like Yanagi Renji, but thought she did a good job of hiding it. The fukubuchou of the boys' club at Rikkai was calm and polite and popular with both the teachers and the students. He was a good player too, she admitted; he was second-best player on the boys' team, after Yukimura, and none of the Rikkai regulars were slouches. And she had to admit he was good at managing the...unruly element on the team. But she still didn't like him. He annoyed her.
She wasn't quite sure why.
"Yanagi-kun," she said.
"Sanada-san," was the reply.
Sanada Gen adjusted her black baseball cap over her short-cropped black hair and tipped her head back - Yanagi was one of the few boys their age at Rikkai she had to look up at, and that might be part of the annoyance - and said crisply, "courts A through C are assigned to the girls' team today."
"Indeed, Sanada-buchou."
Gen twitched. "Despite this, three of your players seem to be on them."
"Hmm. Yes, they do, but they don't seem to be playing, Sanada-san." There was a trace of amusement in Yanagi's otherwise even tone, and Gen gritted her teeth.
"Get them off," she said in the tone that typically had the student council jumping to do her bidding. "Now."
"Of course, Sanada-buchou," Yanagi said. "Immediately."
Gen started to stalk away, and then paused and turned. "Yanagi-kun," she said.
"Yes, Sanada-san?"
"If I see any of the boys in the girls practice area again, I will deal with them myself," she said, and then walked away.
"Now that would be a sight to see," a voice murmured next to Yanagi. "She's more terrifying than..."
Yanagi turned his head and lifted his eyebrows. "Then you?" he asked Yukimura, and Yukimura smiled.
"Nearly," he said. "When are you going to ask her out?"
"Hmm," Yanagi said. "I think I'll wait."
"Wait?"
"Until she's less likely to take my head off if I ask."
"Ah." Yukimura laughed. "Forever then," he said.
Yanagi smiled. "I don't think it'll be quite that long, Seiichi."
*
Sanada Gen knew he was up to something when he sat next to her in homeroom. His assigned seat was all the way across the room from her - something that she swore was the only that made being in the same class with him bearable - and normally she concentrated on ignoring him all day long. Normally, she succeeded at it. Today was not going to be one of those days, obviously.
"Yanagi-kun," she said in what she thought of as her most calm and even voice. She flicked her eyes over at him and then back down at the book that lay open on her desk. "What do you want?" she asked without looking up again.
Yanagi smiled in that peculiar way of his that barely counted as a smile at all. "I thought we should get to know each other better," he said mildly. "Animosity is counterproductive for the club as a whole."
"I don't have any animosity towards you," Gen lied. "I'm sorry if you've gotten that impression."
Yanagi leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. Sanada-san was gorgeous, with sharp cheekbones, big, dark eyes, and thick, dead-straight hair that she wore chopped short in a style that probably would have looked tomboyish on a dozen other girls but somehow made her look exotic.
"I apologize," Yanagi said in a dry tone that made Sanada flush. "I have no clue where I got that idea."
If he wanted to go out with her, he thought a moment later as he watched her through his eyelashes, deliberately making her twitch probably wasn't the best way to go at it. Somehow though, he thought, it was just too much to resist.
"Was there something else?" Sanada said as she pushed a short lock of hair behind her ear.
"Hmm? No."
"Then you should go back to your seat," she said. "Class is starting soon."
Sanada Gen was great at dismissing people, Yanagi thought with a slight smile, but he thought she'd find him a bit more difficult to get rid of than the average. "Of course," he said. "And I'll speak to you again later. Tonight at practice, if not before."
She gave him a wary look, and he smiled again. "Our advisor has some idea in his head," he said, "of having us have combined practice time. So we'll be sharing the courts this afternoon."
The look on her face was priceless, Yanagi thought. It was just too bad he was the only one paying enough attention to catch it.
*
"Doubles," Sanada repeated. Her eyes were narrowed and her entire stance stiff with annoyance. "Why?"
Kurumada-sensei lifted his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. Many - hell, most - of the teachers were intimidated by Sanada Gen, but their advisor never had been. Generally a good thing, she thought, but not in this particular instance.
"It's good practice," he finally said.
"We don't even play mixed doubles competitively at this level," she said. "It's..."
"Sanada-san."
Silence.
"Get on the court with Yanagi. We will discuss this later."
Sanada turned and stalked away, pausing where Yanagi leaned against the fence. "You'd better..." she began, and then stopped. She was going to tell him not to try anything - but even she had a hard time imagining Yanagi doing something like that, if he even liked her. She huffed out a breath.
"Yes?" Yanagi asked pleasantly.
"You'd better not make us lose," she improvised, and Yanagi smiled faintly.
"Of course not," he said. "I have pride too."
Sanada snorted.
It wasn't an easy match by any means - no match against Kirihara Ayaka could ever be, and Jackal from the boys' team was a force to be reckoned with - and their match lasted longer than all the others combined. In the end, though, it was theirs, and Sanada's mouth curved with satisfaction.
"You played well," Yanagi said behind her, as she took a long drink of water. "I was surprised."
Sanada turned, the smile on her face turning to a scowl. "You were surprised that I could play well?" she asked. She felt her temper rising again, and didn't bother to clamp down on it.
"Not that can play well," Yanagi said. "But that you played well with me. We made a good team," he said. "Somewhat surprising considering that you hate me."
"Oh," Sanada said. "Well, I don't exactly hate you," she said, surprising even herself. Maybe hate wasn't the word she would have chosen, she thought, but she wouldn't have argued with it. Now...it didn't seem right. "You annoy me," she said bluntly.
"Annoy you," Yanagi repeated. He pushed away from the wall and walked towards her, and Sanada quelled the urge to back up. "Would you say I get under your skin?" he asked conversationally.
"Yeah," Sanada said. "That's about right."
"That's a coincidence," Yanagi said. "You get under my skin too."
She was backing up, Sanada thought, forcing herself to stand still and look up at Yanagi. "I do?" she asked. Her lips curved into a smirk. "At least I'm not alone in it."
"Definitely not," Yanagi said. "But I do think we can deal with it more logically than we have been, Sanada-san."
Sanada's eyes narrowed. "How?"
"Like this," Yanagi said, and he bent down, his lips pressing against hers, making her stiffen briefly with surprise before she relaxed. She didn't mind this, she realized as the kiss continued. Her arms lifted to first rest against his shoulders, and then curl around his neck. It was weird; she was sure she'd hate Yanagi kissing her, but she didn't. She liked it.
Her arms were still around him when he leaned back and she blinked open her eyes to stare into his face. At least he didn't look...self-satisfied, she thought. Most guys would. But still, she thought, she had some pride. Sanada let her foot come down on Yanagi's, just hard enough to make her point.
Yanagi's hiss of breath was gratifying, she thought, and she stepped back, tugging her baseball cap back into place. "Ask permission before you do that again," she said coolly before whirling around and striding to the girls' club room.
Yanagi flexed his toes in his tennis shoe and then smiled, slowly. It wasn't the reaction he was looking for, but...
"That didn't go too well," drawled a voice behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder.
"On the contrary," Yanagi murmured. "It could have gone much worse. Were you watching the whole time, Seiichi?"
Yukimura shrugged. "I was stuck back there," he said, "so I figured I might as well admire your technique. Such that it is."
"So you don't think I have a chance?" Yanagi asked. He bent to pick up his bag.
"She told you so," Yukimura pointed out. "I heard her."
"That's not quite right," Yanagi pointed out as he slipped his bag over his shoulder. "She just told me to ask first."
Yukimura paused, and then his laughter burst out. "Most people wouldn't notice the difference," he said.
Yanagi shrugged, and his lips curved in the slightest of smiles. "No," he said, "but I do. With a girl like Sanada, the truth's in the details."