I figured that Fuji and Ryoma needed some love, so I wrote this. This wasn't a request or prompt, but I shall dedicate this to Rain-san, who I hope enjoys this Thrill Pair ficcy.
x A Game of Tennis x 600 words
'Ryoma-kun, let's play a game.'
Echizen Ryoma sat on the bench next to the street tennis courts, looking up and glowering at the tensai, Fuji Syusuke. Fuji had taken to calling Ryoma 'Ryoma-kun', probably amused by the irked expression that appeared on Ryoma's face every time Fuji called him that.
'A game of tennis?' Ryoma asked, raising his eyebrow, noticing that Fuji didn't have his tennis racquets with him.
Fuji nodded. 'Yes. One-set match.'
Ryoma reached for his tennis bag, but Fuji put out a hand to stop him.
'Ryoma-kun, what are you doing?' Fuji said with a smile.
'Getting tennis racquets and a ball,' Ryoma replied, staring at his senpai.
Fuji laughed. 'We don't need any of that.'
'Fuji-senpai, what do you mean we don't need any of that?' Ryoma put down the hand that had been reaching for the bag, and looked at Fuji incredulously. 'We're playing tennis, right?'
'You don't have to play tennis to play tennis, Ryoma-kun,' Fuji said with a patient manner to him.
Ryoma, however, was not as patient. 'What do you mean we don't have to play tennis to play tennis?' Ryoma was annoyed. He had been looking forward to an exciting tennis match with Fuji, who Ryoma still hadn't completely beaten yet, but instead was listening to Fuji play word games.
'Well, Ryoma-kun, I mean that you don't have to play tennis with a racquet.' Fuji had the air of a teacher trying to teach basic mathematics to a kindergartener.
'What?'
'And we're playing tennis right now,' Fuji said cheerfully.
'How?'
'Ryoma-chan, this would be a smash.'
Ryoma's eyes widened at the use of the honorific -chan at the end of his name, and didn't reply.
'And that would be a point in my favour. 15 to love, Fuji Syusuke.' Fuji sat himself down next to Ryoma, and turned to face him.
'Fuji-senpai, can we just play actual tennis?' Ryoma asked, exasperatedly, turning to face Fuji.
'But Ryoma-kun, this is actual tennis,' Fuji said, staring right at Ryoma's eyes.
Ryoma was suddenly aware of how close Fuji was sitting to him, and looked away, his face slightly pink.
'30 to love, Fuji Syusuke,' Fuji added.
Ryoma didn't understand how Fuji was scoring the points either.
'Fuji-senpai, can we play tennis with racquets and a tennis ball then?' Ryoma asked, his hands still itching for a chance to play against the tensai.
Fuji smiled his infuriating smile though. 'Ryoma-kun, we are playing tennis with racquets and a ball. You would realise that if you would just return the ball in a way that I wouldn't be able to hit it back.'
'What?' Ryoma questioned, completely befuddled.
Fuji continued, 'See, that was a lob you just hit to me, and I can take this chance to smash it. I'll let you have another chance though.'
Ryoma turned back to Fuji. 'Fuji-senpai, I really don't understand what you're talking about.'
'Ah, another lob, Ryoma-chan?' Fuji said with the same innocent smile. 'Well, I can't give up this chance.'
'Fuji-senpai, what do you mean-' Ryoma started, but was cut off by Fuji's lips pressing against his.
Fuji sat up straight again, and then looked at Ryoma with his cerulean blue eyes. '40 to love, Ryoma-kun. And to end our game...' Fuji took a short pause, and then asked, 'Ryoma-kun, would you like to go out with me?'
'One game to you then, Fuji-senpai.' Ryoma finally spoke up.
Fuji smiled. 'Well, we've still got a few games to go. Shall we, Ryoma-kun?'
The two of them stood up and left the tennis courts, 'actual' tennis forgotten. x owari
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And there it is. 600 whole words. I think I'm going to go insane. Anyway, if you liked it, please review! -awinchan