Prince of Tennis. Ohtori/Shishido. G. 200 words.
There’s nothing the least bit interesting about the players or the rally.
A Loss to Fate
Ohtori can’t help but watch Shishido.
He tries so very hard to not be obvious about it. But today, like the day before, Ohtori doesn’t know why Shishido stares so intently at the court. There’s nothing the least bit interesting about the players or the rally. It’s routine enough that Ohtori feels he might as well be napping like Jiroh — cat curl on the bench in the shade Kabaji casts.
But Shishido is enthralled and therefore Ohtori is. He works to puzzle it out as his gaze slides from the match to his partner and back again.
After a particularly shaky serve, Atobe turns and catches him at it. He smiles imperiously and Ohtori’s chest aches from the sudden stop of his heart. It’s as if Atobe knows everything. As if he knows Ohtori has been at this for hours. As if he knows Shishido had just smiled, a brief tug of full lips gone in a blink that had left Ohtori’s stomach to curl in on itself, flutter and tighten, an inward crush of feelings Ohtori isn’t sure he should have.
Atobe is still watching when Shishido smiles again.
Lost to fate, Ohtori’s eyes fix to the curve.
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End
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