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[kat8cha]

Muromachi jiggled the change in his pocket as he walked past the arcade.

He could play a game… or he could continue on his way to the street courts. The street courts had been pretty lame last week though, a bunch of amateurs, and those guys from Gyokurin who only played doubles. Banji made sure they all got practice at doubles even if only the Jimmies, Nitobe, and Kita got to play during real matches, so Muromachi wasn't bad at doubles. Muromachi just didn't have anyone he would want to play doubles with.

Deciding that if the street courts were a bust he could always walk back to the arcade Muromachi kept going.

"Don!"

Muromachi heard someone shouting as he climbed up the steps to the courts. Wasn't that Momoshiro from Seigaku's signature? Hurrying up the last few steps Muromachi stepped onto the bleachers to see what was going on.

"Hey, c'mon you two! How'm I supposed to practice if you don't put up a fight?" Momoshirou shouted, facing Izumi and Fukawa across the net.

"You're not exactly playing fair." Izumi panted out. "We're doubles players, you're playing like this is a singles match." Muromachi had to agree that Izumi had a point. You didn't use the same strategies playing doubles as you did when you were playing two against one.

"Fine! I'll play doubles then." Momoshiro looked around, quickly spotting Muromachi. "Hey, do you play doubles?"

Muromachi blinked in surprise, glad that most of his face was hidden behind his sunglasses. Stepping closer to the courts Muromachi shrugged. "I'm okay at it."

Nothing seemed to affect Momoshiro's enthusiasm. "C'mon then!"

Izumi and Fukawa groaned tiredly. "Momoshiro! We just played you! We can't go again." They tiredly made their way to the bench where their racket bags were and packed their things.

"You guys need work on your stamina." Momoshiro stated, stretching his arms above his head. Muromachi couldn't help but watch as a firm muscled sweaty stomach was revealed while Momoshiro's shirt rode up. "Hey, Megane-san, do you play singles?"

"Don't call me Megane-san." It was worse then Panda-san, Sengoku's special nickname for Muromachi. "I play."

Momoshiro pointed his racket first at Muromachi, then at the court. "What're you waiting for?"

Muromachi grumbled as he got his racket out and stepped onto the court. Really, the guy was louder then Dan, and more cheerful then Sengoku. It was just plain annoying. Still, Muromachi watched as Momoshiro spun for first serve, he **was** really hot. That made up for some of it.

The loss, while not devastating, showed Muromachi just how far below Momoshiro's level he was. Momo might have lost to Sengoku but there was a gap between his strength level and Muromachi's only made more evident by the fact they were the same age. "Hey, good game."

Muromachi shook Momoshiro's hand, shrugging his shoulders with a small groan. "Good game." Muromachi attempted to pull his hand away, but Momoshiro hadn't released it yet. Momoshiro didn't look like he was about to either.

"You hungry?" Momo asked, staring down at Muromachi.

Muromachi shivered, and not just because of the sweat cooling on his skin, Momoshiro looked really hungry and not just for food. "I could probably eat something."

"Burgers?" Momo's grip was really strong. Wiggling his hand Muromachi finally managed to get it out of Momoshiro's grip, though he was pretty sure Momo had let him. Wiping his hand off on his shorts Muromachi shrugged.

"I'll even pay." Momoshiro stated with a grin, grabbing his stuff and coming over to watch Muromachi put his things together.

Muromachi snorted, pushing up his sunglasses when they slipped down his nose. "How generous."

Momoshiro's grin could have crossed oceans. "I know that's sarcasm, but you'll be relieved when you see how much I eat."

Unable to help it, Muromachi laughed.