pot!au, rikkai!high;
Prompt: “it must run in the family”, from redmoonmurder
Characters: Rikkai Boys’ Tennis Team.
Notes: Rika, your wish is my command. ♥ Side fiction.
Rikkai!High: “It Runs in the Family.”
When Marui declares that Akaya’s got the hots for an older woman, Niou wastes no time giving the youngest of the team the whole slew of teasing that the information warrants.
He snickers when Akaya turns beet red, fingers curling around the handle of his racquet. They’re in the middle of a practice match, in the other court, the freshmen cheer as Yukimura and Sanada match each other, point for point.
“What is it, kid?” He drawls. “Too busy daydreaming about your fantasy girl?”
The younger boy’s knuckles are pale but not too much, and while Akaya glares, the whites of his eyes are still white and not red. Embarrassment hasn’t quite made way to anger. Not yet, at least.
When they gather at the bleachers at lunch period, Niou pouts a little when Renji instructs him firmly to stop teasing his kohai, stating that most of the team has glimpsed the woman in question.
“Well?” Niou lifts brow.
“Akaya’s taste in women is commendable. At least, the one in question is.”
The rest say nothing in response. Yukimura is busy catching up on his readings while absent-mindedly munching on a sandwich. Sanada is consulting with Yagyuu regarding the class report that they are due to give later that afternoon. Jackal is standing by the fence, laughing with some of the boys he knows from the football team.
When Renji turns away to help Akaya cram a 1,000 word essay, Niou turns to Marui and swipes a fingerful of icing off of the strawberry cupcake in his hand. “Is it true? Is she really that hot?”
Marui smirks and cleans the icing off of his fingers. “Two words, Niou: Gravure Model [1].”
The corner of Niou’s mouth twitches to hint a smile. His interest is peaked.
Niou joins the boys after school, to see this mystery woman for himself.
“Go to hell. The lot of you.” He slouches his shoulders and tosses a glare to his teammates: Kirihara looks completely stunned, Marui on the other hand, remains unfazed and calls out to him with glee.
“Niou wait! Aren’t you going to introduce us? Aren’t we your friends?”
Jackal smacks the redhead upside on the back of the head, eliciting a sound of protest that is caught somewhere between a growl and a wince of pain. Out of the corner of his eye, Niou notes that a faint blush tinges Yagyuu’s cheeks, even as the Troika looks on, amused.
He turns away, letting out a ragged hiss when he crosses the street to the tall, leggy woman who is smiling at him with warmth.
“Are those your teammates, Masaharu?”
The silver-haired senior snorts and rounds the car, hands in his pockets, collar turned up to hide the furious flush that is snaking up the back of his neck onto his face.
“I’ve never seen them before, nee-san.”
Characters: Rikkai Boys’ Tennis Team.
Notes: Rika, your wish is my command. ♥ Side fiction.
Rikkai!High: “It Runs in the Family.”
When Marui declares that Akaya’s got the hots for an older woman, Niou wastes no time giving the youngest of the team the whole slew of teasing that the information warrants.
He snickers when Akaya turns beet red, fingers curling around the handle of his racquet. They’re in the middle of a practice match, in the other court, the freshmen cheer as Yukimura and Sanada match each other, point for point.
“What is it, kid?” He drawls. “Too busy daydreaming about your fantasy girl?”
The younger boy’s knuckles are pale but not too much, and while Akaya glares, the whites of his eyes are still white and not red. Embarrassment hasn’t quite made way to anger. Not yet, at least.
When they gather at the bleachers at lunch period, Niou pouts a little when Renji instructs him firmly to stop teasing his kohai, stating that most of the team has glimpsed the woman in question.
“Well?” Niou lifts brow.
“Akaya’s taste in women is commendable. At least, the one in question is.”
The rest say nothing in response. Yukimura is busy catching up on his readings while absent-mindedly munching on a sandwich. Sanada is consulting with Yagyuu regarding the class report that they are due to give later that afternoon. Jackal is standing by the fence, laughing with some of the boys he knows from the football team.
When Renji turns away to help Akaya cram a 1,000 word essay, Niou turns to Marui and swipes a fingerful of icing off of the strawberry cupcake in his hand. “Is it true? Is she really that hot?”
Marui smirks and cleans the icing off of his fingers. “Two words, Niou: Gravure Model [1].”
The corner of Niou’s mouth twitches to hint a smile. His interest is peaked.
Niou joins the boys after school, to see this mystery woman for himself.
“Go to hell. The lot of you.” He slouches his shoulders and tosses a glare to his teammates: Kirihara looks completely stunned, Marui on the other hand, remains unfazed and calls out to him with glee.
“Niou wait! Aren’t you going to introduce us? Aren’t we your friends?”
Jackal smacks the redhead upside on the back of the head, eliciting a sound of protest that is caught somewhere between a growl and a wince of pain. Out of the corner of his eye, Niou notes that a faint blush tinges Yagyuu’s cheeks, even as the Troika looks on, amused.
He turns away, letting out a ragged hiss when he crosses the street to the tall, leggy woman who is smiling at him with warmth.
“Are those your teammates, Masaharu?”
The silver-haired senior snorts and rounds the car, hands in his pockets, collar turned up to hide the furious flush that is snaking up the back of his neck onto his face.
“I’ve never seen them before, nee-san.”