"You little twerp, what makes you think you can be a regular!" Niou went to cuff Kirihara after he stepped into reach. "We've been doing just fine without you, Aka."

"Don't call me Aka!" Kirihara ducked out of the way. "Please, like you all could win without me. I'm irreplaceable!"

"You're certainly special, Akaya," Yukimura smiled and moved forward to ruffle Kirihara's hair. Kirihara preened under the attention, drawing himself to his full height. Yukimura turned back to Niou and Yagyuu. "Now, weren't you two in the middle of something?"

Niou opened his mouth to retort, but the glare from Sanada and elbow from Yagyuu made him shut it again and walk off toward the track with a grumble. Yagyuu turned to Kirihara.

"Good to see you well," Yagyuu pushed his glasses up a bit and followed Niou to the track.

"Jackal and I are going to find a doubles team to play. Don't go stealing my bubblegum while I'm playing, seaweed head!" Marui wagged a finger at him and walked toward the courts. Jackal merely stepped forward and clapped Kirihara lightly on the shoulder, nodding, before following Marui.

The three non-regulars who had been watching the regulars narrowed their eyes as they got a good look at the new person. He didn't appear like much with his average height and body. Yurika flipped his hair as he sneered at Kirihara's own unruly green, but Hirochi and Ronoki were focused on his actions. A first year who dared to walk into the club all cocky like that? Friends with that group of undeserving second years. As impossible as it was, even younger and cockier than the upstarts.

"You must officially sign up before anything else," grunted Sanada at Kirihara.

"Yanagi, what's the percentage that Kirihara would make it onto the regulars if we held a tournament?" Yukimura asked.

"Probability is 98%," Yanagi replied, "with 1% being due to injury and 1% due to unforeseen circumstances."

"Well, that settles it!" Yukimura brightened as he turned to Kirihara. "No one else has had a percentage that high, so you'll get the spot for now. If someone challenges you and you lose, you forfeit the spot."

"Ever known me to lose, Buchou?" Kirihara smirked and crossed his arms, "Of course that final spot is mine."

Yukimura chuckled and steered Kirihara to the clubhouse for a sign-up form and jacket measurements. Yanagi followed, pulling out his notebook and flipping to a page to change the out-dated information on it from Kirihara in middle school. He would need to make sure to watch Kirihara play soon.

Sanada turned to where Yurika, Hirochi and Ronoki were watching and narrowed his eyes. He was going to assign laps before one of the third years spoke first.

"Just taking a small breather between games," Hirochi smiled thinly down at the slightly shorter Sanada, "but I think I'm done now, don't you, Ronoki? Let's go find a doubles pair to play. Why don't you find someone interesting to play, too, Yurika?"

Ronoki nodded with a carefully blank expression before following Hirochi. Yurika paused to sniff in distaste before sauntering off in a different direction. Sanada watched the three, not satisfied until they had begun their games. They may not respect him, but at least the third years feared him, Yanagi and Yukimura.

Kirihara stood in the clubroom with his shirt off, a tape measure wrapped around his chest. Yanagi held the ends as precisely as possible as Yukimura wrote down the numbers Yanagi read once the tape was settled.

"Will this really fit perfectly, Yanagi-sempai?" Kirihara raised an eyebrow as he watched Yanagi get the tape perfect.

"There is a 99.9% chance it will be ideal," Yanagi didn't pause in his measuring to answer, only relaxed the tape around his chest and moved it to his arm. "There is a .009% chance the manufacturer will make it incorrect and a .001% chance that Yukimura will write down a number wrong. There is a 100% chance I will pay for that comment later."

Yukimura smiled as Kirihara nearly doubled over in laughter, causing Yanagi to tug him back upright with the tape in annoyance to finish measuring. He called out the final few numbers, Yukimura jotting them down, before freeing Kirihara.

"Was that the last one?" Excitement crept into his voice as he bounced on the balls of his feet, causing Yukimura to crack a smile.

"Yes, Kirihara. I am done gathering your measurements. Your jacket and uniform should be ready tomorrow for practice," Yanagi replied. Kirihara struggled back into his school shirt before turning to his Buchou. A pout was already beginning and his mouth opening to ask a question.

"Yes, you can go explore the school," Yukimura cut him off before he could ask, "just remember not to get expelled on the first day. Tennis practice tomorrow, after all. As a regular, you have to be here."

Kirihara grinned, yelled a thanks, and ran from the clubhouse, his bag flopping at his side. Yukimura shook his head and sighed wistfully.

"Hopefully he won't get into too much trouble on his first day," Yukimura cast a glance at Yanagi.

"The probability of him finding trouble is 100%. My apologies, Yukimura."