Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Kikumaru Eiji Fandom: The Prince of Tennis Major Tags: None Other Tags: Spying on your Friends, Accidental Dating Word Count: 674
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Inui is almost startled when Eiji answers on the first ring. “Inuiiiiiii! Hi!”
Inui pulls the phone away from his ear for half a second, predicting how long Eiji will pull out his name into a long, squeal, and returns the speaker to his ear just in time to hear the ‘hi.’ “I believe something is going on with Momo.”
“Oh, what kind of something?” Eiji asks, putting an impish emphasis on the last word. “This isn’t going to be like the last time where it was just a street tennis match, is it?”
“I admit, there’s always a good chance it’s just tennis,” Inui said. “However I am more convinced this time that there is the likelihood of a secretive date. I—” Someone jumps on Inui’s back, and Inui only yelps slightly before recognizing the weight and the familiar wrap of arms around his shoulders.
It gets harder to track their quarry, especially after Eiji insists that they stop at the ice cream cart at the edge of the park. They still manage to catch up to Momo, who seems to only be meeting up with Ryoma.
“Well, there’s still a chance it could be a daaaaaate~” Eiji says, winking and sticking out his tongue, which is stained a little from the mint chocolate.
Inui shushes him. Eiji is a great stalking companion, sharing a love of collecting data on their teammates; though Eiji insists on calling it gossip. But if there’s one thing his snooping skills are missing, it’s silence.
Eiji sticks out his tongue farther, clearly miffed. “By the way, you’ve got some on your face,” he says. Before Inui can respond, Eiji reaches out and swipes a thumb over the corner of Inui’s lips. Inui freezes at the touch. He barely manages to look over to see Eiji staring at the smudge of ice cream on his thumb, and is only more petrified to see him lick it.
Eiji hums. “The pistachio ice cream is actually pretty good.”
Inui feels ten emotions well up, unidentifiable, before he crushes them back down, and peers out at the park. Momo is nowhere to be seen now, but that’s hardly the most of his concerns.
Inui is just staring at his ceiling when his phone rings. A picture of Eiji stares back at him from the screen of his phone, winking and flashing a V-sign with his fingers. Inui feels something about it, but doesn’t dwell on identifying it, answering the phone quickly.
“Inuiiiii, come to the park! I think this is going to be really juicy!”
Normally Inui might ask for more details, but this time the question dies on his mouth. “Sure,” he says simply, and gets ready to go.
He ends up in a nice restaurant with Eiji. They lost their quarry a few hours ago while wandering through the shops in town. Eiji ended up stopping and making a few purchases, and Inui isn’t sure how he ended up carrying the bags, but he did, sure enough, as Eiji grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him along, pointing out anything that caught his eye.
Despite losing their objective, Inui had to admit, he didn’t mind.
The bags were all piled up on the seat next to Inui as well, while Eiji picked a little food off of his plate (“It looks really good, Inui! I just want a taste!” he had said, ten ‘tastes’ ago).
Eiji laughed a little, swallowing his bite and grinning. “It’s not a bad date, is it? Right, Inui?”
Inui paused, and looked around the restaurant for a moment. There target wasn’t here, no gossip worthy date going on. He looked back at Eiji, and his wide smile that made his eyes twinkle a little, and the data crashed together in his mind and the full equation spit out a result.
“Oh,” is all Inui managed to say.
Eiji covered his mouth, laughing again.
“Yeah,” Inui says. “My observations show that it is a very good date.”
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, G
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Spying on your Friends, Accidental Dating
Word Count: 674
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Inui is almost startled when Eiji answers on the first ring. “Inuiiiiiii! Hi!”
Inui pulls the phone away from his ear for half a second, predicting how long Eiji will pull out his name into a long, squeal, and returns the speaker to his ear just in time to hear the ‘hi.’ “I believe something is going on with Momo.”
“Oh, what kind of something?” Eiji asks, putting an impish emphasis on the last word. “This isn’t going to be like the last time where it was just a street tennis match, is it?”
“I admit, there’s always a good chance it’s just tennis,” Inui said. “However I am more convinced this time that there is the likelihood of a secretive date. I—” Someone jumps on Inui’s back, and Inui only yelps slightly before recognizing the weight and the familiar wrap of arms around his shoulders.
It gets harder to track their quarry, especially after Eiji insists that they stop at the ice cream cart at the edge of the park. They still manage to catch up to Momo, who seems to only be meeting up with Ryoma.
“Well, there’s still a chance it could be a daaaaaate~” Eiji says, winking and sticking out his tongue, which is stained a little from the mint chocolate.
Inui shushes him. Eiji is a great stalking companion, sharing a love of collecting data on their teammates; though Eiji insists on calling it gossip. But if there’s one thing his snooping skills are missing, it’s silence.
Eiji sticks out his tongue farther, clearly miffed. “By the way, you’ve got some on your face,” he says. Before Inui can respond, Eiji reaches out and swipes a thumb over the corner of Inui’s lips. Inui freezes at the touch. He barely manages to look over to see Eiji staring at the smudge of ice cream on his thumb, and is only more petrified to see him lick it.
Eiji hums. “The pistachio ice cream is actually pretty good.”
Inui feels ten emotions well up, unidentifiable, before he crushes them back down, and peers out at the park. Momo is nowhere to be seen now, but that’s hardly the most of his concerns.
Inui is just staring at his ceiling when his phone rings. A picture of Eiji stares back at him from the screen of his phone, winking and flashing a V-sign with his fingers. Inui feels something about it, but doesn’t dwell on identifying it, answering the phone quickly.
“Inuiiiii, come to the park! I think this is going to be really juicy!”
Normally Inui might ask for more details, but this time the question dies on his mouth. “Sure,” he says simply, and gets ready to go.
He ends up in a nice restaurant with Eiji. They lost their quarry a few hours ago while wandering through the shops in town. Eiji ended up stopping and making a few purchases, and Inui isn’t sure how he ended up carrying the bags, but he did, sure enough, as Eiji grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him along, pointing out anything that caught his eye.
Despite losing their objective, Inui had to admit, he didn’t mind.
The bags were all piled up on the seat next to Inui as well, while Eiji picked a little food off of his plate (“It looks really good, Inui! I just want a taste!” he had said, ten ‘tastes’ ago).
Eiji laughed a little, swallowing his bite and grinning. “It’s not a bad date, is it? Right, Inui?”
Inui paused, and looked around the restaurant for a moment. There target wasn’t here, no gossip worthy date going on. He looked back at Eiji, and his wide smile that made his eyes twinkle a little, and the data crashed together in his mind and the full equation spit out a result.
“Oh,” is all Inui managed to say.
Eiji covered his mouth, laughing again.
“Yeah,” Inui says. “My observations show that it is a very good date.”