Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The only place I will even own Prince Of Tennis is in my dreams.

Warning: Without the usual grammar/spelling mistakes and missing words/letters there is also the big WARNIG (mind: in big, bold letters) due to the appearance of Horio the freak and the other two freshman, otherwise known as 'The Freshman Trio' and their relationship between themselves.

You have been warned of possible brain damage and incurable damage of your nervous system + you might want to kill me after reading this.

Pairing: Horio/Mizuno/Kachiro.

It was a rather hot summer day. No tennis practice was assigned to them, so the three freshmen boys sat in the timid room, not saying a word. Sweat covered their bodies and made the clothes stick uncomfortably to them.

Horio talked first, moving closer to the other two. "Let's get on with this. I don't know when they will come."

The other two didn't need to be told twice. Only the uncharacteristic smirk on Katsuo's face let the still nervous Kachiro and Horio, who was working on the uke's shirt, know what will they soon experience.

After all, they also were the one true threesome of Seigaku.

A/N: I need a goddamn help if I managed to come up with this.

Anyway, this is Ayngott, one of the two people that share this account. Me and my hubbs, UekiKosuke, will be doing this crack-pairing drabble collection thingy. I don't know how this will work out, but we'll see. :D So, idk, wait for more?