Obligatory update.
01. I pulled up the update page, and it asked if I wanted to restore from a saved draft. I clicked 'OK,' not really remembering having left anything unfinished, and the following was in the update box: N. ... Yeeeeah. Anyway
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It would have been easier, Shishido thought, to attempt to achieve zen in the middle of a rock concert. It must have been because it was Friday the 13th. Sure, it was only a stupid American superstition, but getting dressed should never be this hard. Yet here he was, with someone else's shirt, no pants, soaking wet hair and a towel about to fall off his ---
Whoops. He snatched it from midair and dropped the shirt he'd been holding in favour of his dignity. The whole show earned little more than a snicker from Mukahi nearby and an amused glance from Oshitari, and Shishido never bothered with them anymore. At any rate, Atobe was too far away at present - parading across the other side of the spacious locker room, towel suspiciously absent - to have anything to say about it, for which Shishido was grateful.
Refastening the towel where it belonged, Shishido picked the shirt back up, giving it a bewildered look. It looked like it might have been his size, but it was folded when he found it, and - Hiyoshi plucked it from his hands.
"Was that yours?" he asked unnecessarily. Hiyoshi couldn't have heard him over the noise Jirou was making, so he made sure to raise his voice when he appended, pointedly, "You're welcome."
Hiyoshi looked back toward him, expression deadpan save for one rebel eyebrow inching its way northward. His voice conveyed everything that was missing from his face when he answered, dry and almost drawling, "Thank you, Shishido-sempai."
Kids these days had no damn respect, Shishido concluded, turning back to his locker, and now he had no damn shirt, and no damn pants to go with it. At least he matched.
"Shishido-san," a voice chimed above and beside him. It was his pants. Or, well, it was Choutarou, but when Shishido looked up, he saw his pants first.
He took them gratefully, sparing his partner a smile. "Thanks, Choutarou." More to himself than to Choutarou, he added, "Though it'd help if I could find my underwear."
Oshitari helpfully put in, then - since Shishido had obviously been addressing him - that Gakuto wasn't wearing them, at least, since he wasn't wearing any. That was a fact that Shishido could have lived without hearing. Somewhere in between his telling Oshitari just that and finding his shirt, the rest of the team made their escape.
Choutarou rested a hand on Shishido's still-bare shoulder, aiming a deliberate smile and eyebrow raise at him. "Shishido-san, we have to get going."
"I have no underwear!" Shishido protested. Now that he said it like that, it sounded stupid. He could just put his pants on, anyw---
"Just go commando!" Oshitari called from the doorway. "Gakkun does it. - Ow."
... No, he couldn't. He set back to work looking for his underwear, one hand on the edge of his towel.
"Do you really want to have to explain being late because you lost your underwear?" Choutarou asked skeptically. He was helping Shishido look, too, which Shishido couldn't help but think was a little odd. They were close, even as far as doubles pairs went, but the whole concept was a little... off.
Shishido sighed, falling back to sit on the bench. He really didn't want to explain it, no. Choutarou was probably right. He should just put his clothes on and get going.
However reluctantly and uncomfortably, he did so. It was strange; he wondered briefly and scarringly how Mukahi did it before derailing that train of thought altogether.
"Let's get out of here, Choutarou," he said with a sigh in his voice.
Choutarou smiled, shouldering his bag to follow his partner out. All things considered, the afternoon had been great. Practice had gone well, he'd found a fifty-yen piece on the ground on his way to the locker rooms, Shishido-san had spent nearly twenty extra minutes half-naked, and Choutarou had his underwear. Who said Friday the 13th was unlucky?
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Obviously, it wrote itself as a drabble, not a snippet, but you don't mind, right? ♥;
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He was helping Shishido look, too, which Shishido couldn't help but think was a little odd. They were close, even as far as doubles pairs went, but the whole concept was a little... off.
I busted a gut when I read that...Heh. This was so awesome. Thank you for writing it!!! Stalker Choutarou is perfect because I've always had this image in my head of his 'Shishido-san shrine' in his room, where he'd lovingly display Shishido's cut off hair, which has been braided into a cross. Now he can add Shishido's underwear to the collection!
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