Ficlet Friday: Echizen Ryoma/Atobe Keigo
Oh, wow. It's been a hot minute. Fingers crossed this won't suck.
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Atobe Keigo flips his hair elegantly out of his face and smirks at Echizen Ryoma who, at sixteen, is still as arrogant and talented of a brat as he was when they first met; "The winner will be me," Atobe insists before spinning his racket.
"Rough," Echizen calls, smirking cockily from beneath the brim of his signature white hat as the racket falls and he wins the right to serve first. "You're off to a bad start, Monkey King; you've already lost once to me today and you're about to lose again."
Atobe huffs and walks to the receiving line of the court, his pulse racing with excitement--of all his opponents these days, none is as challenging as Echizen--and says, "When I beat you, I will magnanimously take you to lunch as a consolation for losing to my superior skills, brat."
Ryoma bounces the tennis ball, assumes the form of his signature Twist Spin Serve and declares, "When you lose, Monkey King, I expect you to buy me all the burgers I can eat," and slams his racket into the ball, starting their weekly game.