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Zaizen did not hate Chitose-senpai Zaizen did not hate anyone after all.

He felt a vague lingering resentment for Chitose-senpai though. When Zaizen had been a first year he had gone out and gotten his ears pierced. Zaizen had gotten two in the right ear and three in his left. No one commented on Zaizen’s earrings though, not his teachers, not Kenya-senpai, not any of his classmates. Zaizen always took them off before tennis practice just to be safe, but Chitose showed up at the end of Zaizen’s first year and his earring earned him instant attention.

 

“And earring in the left ear means you’re straight right?” The girls murmured to each other as they clung to the wire fence surrounding the courts. “He’s so tall.”

 

Zaizen concentrated on his practice match. It would not due to be thrown off by the fangirls, they were only louder and more annoying during a real match after all.

 

“Oh! He’s looking this way! He’s so cool!” The girls squealed and Zaizen gritted his teeth so hard he heard them creak.

 

After the practice match Zaizen headed for the water fountain, splashing his face to cool it down. Zaizen did not get emotional but right then he felt like his stomach had been replaced with a boiling pot of resentment. “Hey, you got a towel?” Zaizen’s heart skipped a beat. He had been so caught up in his own world he had failed to notice Chitose on the other side of the fountain.

 

“Guess not huh.” Chitose used his shirt to wipe his face, shaking his head and flinging water droplets everywhere. “Oh, hey, Zaizen.”

 

“Chitose-senpai.” Zaizen was only a first year, and while Osamu-sensei had made it seem like he would be on the team once this years doubles 2 graduated Zaizen knew Osamu tended to forget promises.

 

“Looking good today by the way, and I don’t mean just tennis.” Leaning over the fountain Chitose brushed a finger over the three earrings in Zaizen’s left ear. “You forgot to take ‘em off. Nice.” Zaizen stood gripping the fountain as Chitose walked away. If he tried hard enough he could convince himself the blush was from anger at being touched, and the sudden tightness in his chest was from disgust.