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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: MomoRyo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: after practice
So What?
Ryoma wiped the sweat off his brow with his towel, exhaling a tired but satisfied sigh. It had been a long and hard practice, with the regulars taking up Inui’s new training regimen, but it felt good. Challenging, even, and Ryoma always liked a good fight, the soreness in his muscles a testament to his hard work. He rolled his shoulders back and dropped the towel over his duffel, reaching to grab the hem of his jersey and tug it over his head.
“Oi, Echizen!” Momoshiro shouted and Ryoma pulled off his shirt, hair tufting up in its wake, to glance over at the older boy who was just emerging from the showers, towel wrapped around his waist. “Throw me my shirt, will ya?” He grinned widely as Ryoma rolled his eyes and made a soft, annoyed sound under his breath as he reached into the open locker beside his and balled up his senpai’s clean shirt. He tossed it in Momo’s direction and stuffed his own shirt into his tennis bag.
“Momo,” Oishi scolded, entering the locker area right behind Momoshiro, “you could’ve just gotten it for yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Momo waved it off as he slipped his shirt over his head. He emerged still grinning. “But that’s what kouhai are for, eh, Oishi-senpai?” He winked at the vice-captain.
Oishi just shook his head at him, but he was smiling when he went to his own locker beside Tezuka’s. Their captain had remained stoic throughout the entire exchange, but that was to be expected. He rarely reacted to the goings-on in the club room after practice, too brisk and efficient to waste the time. There were schedules to look over, practice assignments to approve, meetings with Ryuuzaki-sensei to attend. Ryoma rather admired all the tasks their captain took on, but even he had to admit that Tezuka-buchou was clearly not a social person.
Ryoma snorted. And he was one to talk. If it wasn’t for his clingy senpai—Momoshiro and Kikumaru came immediately to mind—he would be perfectly fine without after-school hang-outs. Then again, he thought, as he grabbed his bar of soap and towel and headed towards the showers, they did buy him food. That made it worth it, he supposed, smirking. One of the perks of being an underclassman.
As he passed Momoshiro, the older boy’s left arm hooked him around the neck, tugging him back. The hold was loose enough for him to escape from but Ryoma let himself be dragged to Momo’s side, expression disgruntled. “What?”
“We’re going out for burgers afterwards,” Momoshiro told him cheerfully. “Eiji-senpai’s paying.”
“What?” squawked the redhead in question as he left the showers, one towel wrapped around his waist and the other in his hands and being rubbed over his hair vigorously. “I didn’t agree to this, Momo!”
Ryoma immediately matched Momoshiro’s innocent grin. “But that’s what senpai are for, right, Momo-senpai?” Ryoma asked sweetly.
As Eiji continued grumbling, Ryoma shared a smug look with Momoshiro, whose eyes lingered a little too on the younger boy’s bare chest, skin a shade paler than his tanned arms. Then he blinked, shaking himself out of his stupor, and lifted his eyes to see Ryoma’s raised eyebrow.
“Like the view, Momo-senpai?” His mouth curled into that familiar smirk, little upstart that he was.
Momoshiro shrugged it off and leered at him. “Hey, hey, now. You’re too full of yourself, Echizen. What makes you think someone as great and talented as me would want someone like you?” He grinned widely at Ryoma’s irked look, ignoring the embarrassed little cough Oishi was making the background and Eiji’s snickers. “You’d be pretty lucky to get a guy like me, you know.” He preened, putting his hands on his hips.
Ryoma’s mouth quirked again, eyes promising his senpai retribution…later. “Aaahn,” he said carelessly, turning to continue his way to the showers, “I guess someone’s been hanging around the Monkey King too much. Getting full of himself.”
The outraged sound Momo made at his back kept him warm and laughing all through his quick shower.
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12.22.2005
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peach_pontaPairing: MomoRyo [Prince of Tennis]
Theme: after practice
So What?
Ryoma wiped the sweat off his brow with his towel, exhaling a tired but satisfied sigh. It had been a long and hard practice, with the regulars taking up Inui’s new training regimen, but it felt good. Challenging, even, and Ryoma always liked a good fight, the soreness in his muscles a testament to his hard work. He rolled his shoulders back and dropped the towel over his duffel, reaching to grab the hem of his jersey and tug it over his head.
“Oi, Echizen!” Momoshiro shouted and Ryoma pulled off his shirt, hair tufting up in its wake, to glance over at the older boy who was just emerging from the showers, towel wrapped around his waist. “Throw me my shirt, will ya?” He grinned widely as Ryoma rolled his eyes and made a soft, annoyed sound under his breath as he reached into the open locker beside his and balled up his senpai’s clean shirt. He tossed it in Momo’s direction and stuffed his own shirt into his tennis bag.
“Momo,” Oishi scolded, entering the locker area right behind Momoshiro, “you could’ve just gotten it for yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Momo waved it off as he slipped his shirt over his head. He emerged still grinning. “But that’s what kouhai are for, eh, Oishi-senpai?” He winked at the vice-captain.
Oishi just shook his head at him, but he was smiling when he went to his own locker beside Tezuka’s. Their captain had remained stoic throughout the entire exchange, but that was to be expected. He rarely reacted to the goings-on in the club room after practice, too brisk and efficient to waste the time. There were schedules to look over, practice assignments to approve, meetings with Ryuuzaki-sensei to attend. Ryoma rather admired all the tasks their captain took on, but even he had to admit that Tezuka-buchou was clearly not a social person.
Ryoma snorted. And he was one to talk. If it wasn’t for his clingy senpai—Momoshiro and Kikumaru came immediately to mind—he would be perfectly fine without after-school hang-outs. Then again, he thought, as he grabbed his bar of soap and towel and headed towards the showers, they did buy him food. That made it worth it, he supposed, smirking. One of the perks of being an underclassman.
As he passed Momoshiro, the older boy’s left arm hooked him around the neck, tugging him back. The hold was loose enough for him to escape from but Ryoma let himself be dragged to Momo’s side, expression disgruntled. “What?”
“We’re going out for burgers afterwards,” Momoshiro told him cheerfully. “Eiji-senpai’s paying.”
“What?” squawked the redhead in question as he left the showers, one towel wrapped around his waist and the other in his hands and being rubbed over his hair vigorously. “I didn’t agree to this, Momo!”
Ryoma immediately matched Momoshiro’s innocent grin. “But that’s what senpai are for, right, Momo-senpai?” Ryoma asked sweetly.
As Eiji continued grumbling, Ryoma shared a smug look with Momoshiro, whose eyes lingered a little too on the younger boy’s bare chest, skin a shade paler than his tanned arms. Then he blinked, shaking himself out of his stupor, and lifted his eyes to see Ryoma’s raised eyebrow.
“Like the view, Momo-senpai?” His mouth curled into that familiar smirk, little upstart that he was.
Momoshiro shrugged it off and leered at him. “Hey, hey, now. You’re too full of yourself, Echizen. What makes you think someone as great and talented as me would want someone like you?” He grinned widely at Ryoma’s irked look, ignoring the embarrassed little cough Oishi was making the background and Eiji’s snickers. “You’d be pretty lucky to get a guy like me, you know.” He preened, putting his hands on his hips.
Ryoma’s mouth quirked again, eyes promising his senpai retribution…later. “Aaahn,” he said carelessly, turning to continue his way to the showers, “I guess someone’s been hanging around the Monkey King too much. Getting full of himself.”
The outraged sound Momo made at his back kept him warm and laughing all through his quick shower.
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Posted:
12.22.2005
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