- Genre: Slice of Life
- Word Count: 573
- Pairing: Reader x Choutarou
- World: Prince of Tennis
You sat at a local cafe with An and Kamio. The pair was chatting away without a care in the world, but none of the words they spoke reached you. Your mind was still focused on the events that took place the previous night. You honestly felt foolish making a wish like that. Hell, you felt foolish that you had made a wish period! It wasn’t like you at all… so why did you do it? Even you couldn’t fully grasp the reason.
And that dream… did you have that dream because of the wish you made? Was it just your mind playing with you? ‘Jeez, I’m starting to lose it.’
“What have you done to me, Choutarou Ootori?” You muttered to yourself, eyes trained on the un-touched drink that sat in front of you, little drips of condensation forming on the glass.
“Y/N?” An called gently, confused by your silence. Normally, you always had something to say and nothing could shut you up, but today was different and the younger female was worried.
Her voice just didn’t reach you. How could they when so much was running through your mind like a pack of wild dogs on the hunt?
“Y/N!” Kamio yelled, standing up and getting into your face to get your attention.
“Heh?” You blinked, eyes flittering between the pair. “What? What’d I do?”
An facepalmed and Kamio sighed, re-taking his seat to your left at the round table.
“What’s up with you today? You’re acting weird. Well, weirder than normal, anyway.”
“Kamio’s right. You’ve barely said a word,” An sent you a concerned look. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I just… have a lot on my mind today,” you muttered in reply, rubbing the back of your head.
“You’re not telling us something,” An muttered, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“It’s nothing… really!” you sweatdropped, holding your hands up in defense.
“Start talking,” Kamio demanded, eyes set in a determined glare. Neither of them planned to let this go, that was for sure.
You sighed, rubbing the back of your head once more and muttering incoherent words under your breath. You avoided their gaze, finding something on the ground to be much more interesting than their scrutinizing stares.
“Wait…” An grinned, leaning closer to you as you grew more uncomfortable. “Didn’t you mention something about that Ootori boy?”
“What? The one from Hyotei?” Kamio questioned, glancing at An in confusion.
“N-No, I didn’t say anything.” You responded quickly, a small blush crossing your face. It angered you that he could turn you into this. No other male had ever been able to make you feel the way he does and he’s not even around!
“Oh… oh!” An grinned wider. “You like him!”
You jumped forward, both hands covering the snickering girl’s mouth. “I don’t like him! I don’t like anybody!”
Pushing her hands away, An let out a cheerful laugh. “You’re in denial!”
“I am not!”
“He must be somethin’,” Kamio mused, hand on his chin in thought. “For him to have caught your attention.”
You scoffed, turning around and walking away.
Your fists clenched and you let out a growl of frustration. You weren’t angry at An or Kamio but at yourself. How could one boy, whom you didn’t even hang out with, do this to you? And a middle schooler, no less!
Not even the other high school boys affected you in such a way.
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