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May. 29th, 2009 04:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaYesterday had been fun, in fact, yesterday had been cool but today was another story. Oshitari wasn't only the 'new kid from Osaka' but he was also 'the new kid from Osaka who'd gotten lost on his first day'. That put a bit of a damper on introducing himself. Though he was also (also) the 'only kid who is almost as good as King Atobe'. Even though he'd proven himself on the courts against that Atobe kid (and really, who was he, and why was everyone calling him Atobe-sama) and he'd had a good laugh with three other first years (and forgotten to ask their names) Oshitari was still…
The new kid.
Holding onto his lunch tray, on which sat an elegant plate and a lot of exquisite food, Oshitari looked around for any one he recognized, and barring that, an empty table. He didn't see any empty tables, but he did finally catch sight of two of the first years from yesterday; the redhead who had displayed some interesting acrobatics, and the long haired, fast, spitfire brunet. Gathering up his courage, Oshitari meandered slowly through the gossipy lunch room.
"Is this where the cool kids sit?" He questioned, setting his tray down. He was a little suspicious about the food, it looked too good to be true. Who'd ever heard of *catered* lunches for a middle school? Oshitari glanced up over the rim of his fake glasses at the two other boys.
The redhead and the brunet traded glances, then the redhead looked back at Oshitari and shrugged. "It's where we sit."
"I see that." Oshitari slid into the seat and smiled politely. "So you're not the cool kids?"
The brunet snorted. "That'd be 'King Atobe' and I don't know where he sits. He's probably out building a platform so he can sit 'above us'." The brunet crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Oshitari would have made a comment about 'wasting his food' but he didn't want to seem rural or anything.
"You're Oshitari Yuushi right?" The redhead questioned. And really, the other boy had a strange haircut. It wasn't unattractive, but coupled with the boys feminine looks it made him look… well, girly. Not that Oshitari'd ever say that out loud.
"I'm Oshitari Yuushi." Oshitari confirmed with a smile conjured from his mother's pilfered romance novels. "And you are?"
The redhead glanced at the brunet, then back at Oshitari. "I'm Gakuto, Mukahi Gakuto. He's Shishido Ryou."
"G-" That would be too informal for a first meeting right? Oshitari pondered it for a split second. Gakuto had introduced himself with his first name first… "You can call me Yuushi, if I can call you Gakuto." He said, graciously, waiting to be rebuffed or welcomed. Realizing his lunch was going to get cold Oshitari picked up his silver wear and started taking tentative pokes at it, before realizing that it actually was as good as it looked. He missed the slightly blush Gakuto'd had before Shishido kicked him under the table, and nearly missed the by play of unspoken words and short glares entirely.
"You." Shishido Ryou stressed, "Can call me Shishido."
Oshitari glanced at Gakuto, who shrugged again. Apparently Shishido was always like this. "I would be glad to, Shishido."
"Yuushi," Gakuto started out, and then repeated it like he was surprised by how it had sounded, "Yuushi, what are you doing with your beef?"
Oshitari realized he'd been skewering it absent mindedly. "Playing, I guess." Pulling the knife out Oshitari set it on the top of his plate. "Mother always told me not to do that with my food."
"Is it true you're from Osaka?" Shishido asked rather rudely, "And some sort of genius kid tennis player?"
Oshitari very carefully didn't think about Fuji Syuusuke. He was not a knock off, and stealing Fuji's move had been to show that he wasn't a knock off. Not a knock off and not a hick. "I don't know about the genius part, but I think that's what the magazines say I am." And if it wasn't obvious he was from Osaka…
"There you are." Atobe announced his presence rather quietly for him. "Here, this has to belong to one of you." Snapping his fingers Atobe signaled for his behemoth of an elementary school shadow to drop a rather fluffy looking package on the table.
"Jirou!" Gakuto called out in surprise, and even Oshitari started backwards a little. He hadn't expected a person to be dropped on the table.
"He was sleeping on my bag." Atobe dropped into one of the three open chairs. "Kabaji," Atobe snapped again, "Lunch."
The new kid.
Holding onto his lunch tray, on which sat an elegant plate and a lot of exquisite food, Oshitari looked around for any one he recognized, and barring that, an empty table. He didn't see any empty tables, but he did finally catch sight of two of the first years from yesterday; the redhead who had displayed some interesting acrobatics, and the long haired, fast, spitfire brunet. Gathering up his courage, Oshitari meandered slowly through the gossipy lunch room.
"Is this where the cool kids sit?" He questioned, setting his tray down. He was a little suspicious about the food, it looked too good to be true. Who'd ever heard of *catered* lunches for a middle school? Oshitari glanced up over the rim of his fake glasses at the two other boys.
The redhead and the brunet traded glances, then the redhead looked back at Oshitari and shrugged. "It's where we sit."
"I see that." Oshitari slid into the seat and smiled politely. "So you're not the cool kids?"
The brunet snorted. "That'd be 'King Atobe' and I don't know where he sits. He's probably out building a platform so he can sit 'above us'." The brunet crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Oshitari would have made a comment about 'wasting his food' but he didn't want to seem rural or anything.
"You're Oshitari Yuushi right?" The redhead questioned. And really, the other boy had a strange haircut. It wasn't unattractive, but coupled with the boys feminine looks it made him look… well, girly. Not that Oshitari'd ever say that out loud.
"I'm Oshitari Yuushi." Oshitari confirmed with a smile conjured from his mother's pilfered romance novels. "And you are?"
The redhead glanced at the brunet, then back at Oshitari. "I'm Gakuto, Mukahi Gakuto. He's Shishido Ryou."
"G-" That would be too informal for a first meeting right? Oshitari pondered it for a split second. Gakuto had introduced himself with his first name first… "You can call me Yuushi, if I can call you Gakuto." He said, graciously, waiting to be rebuffed or welcomed. Realizing his lunch was going to get cold Oshitari picked up his silver wear and started taking tentative pokes at it, before realizing that it actually was as good as it looked. He missed the slightly blush Gakuto'd had before Shishido kicked him under the table, and nearly missed the by play of unspoken words and short glares entirely.
"You." Shishido Ryou stressed, "Can call me Shishido."
Oshitari glanced at Gakuto, who shrugged again. Apparently Shishido was always like this. "I would be glad to, Shishido."
"Yuushi," Gakuto started out, and then repeated it like he was surprised by how it had sounded, "Yuushi, what are you doing with your beef?"
Oshitari realized he'd been skewering it absent mindedly. "Playing, I guess." Pulling the knife out Oshitari set it on the top of his plate. "Mother always told me not to do that with my food."
"Is it true you're from Osaka?" Shishido asked rather rudely, "And some sort of genius kid tennis player?"
Oshitari very carefully didn't think about Fuji Syuusuke. He was not a knock off, and stealing Fuji's move had been to show that he wasn't a knock off. Not a knock off and not a hick. "I don't know about the genius part, but I think that's what the magazines say I am." And if it wasn't obvious he was from Osaka…
"There you are." Atobe announced his presence rather quietly for him. "Here, this has to belong to one of you." Snapping his fingers Atobe signaled for his behemoth of an elementary school shadow to drop a rather fluffy looking package on the table.
"Jirou!" Gakuto called out in surprise, and even Oshitari started backwards a little. He hadn't expected a person to be dropped on the table.
"He was sleeping on my bag." Atobe dropped into one of the three open chairs. "Kabaji," Atobe snapped again, "Lunch."
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