Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

High School Demon Sweetheart	By : TrishaMCH Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Prince of Tennis" or any of its characters. It belongs to Konomi-sensi. I’m merely using the characters because I like to have fun with them. No profit is being made.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
CHAPTER 2

Hiyoshi honestly hadn’t expected to hear from Kirihara again until their arranged meet up that next Wednesday. The very next day during his lunch break, he received another text message.

'I have chocopan~! heh heh'

He looked at his phone with a very confused expression as if it had morphed into an alien mechanical being.

Choutarou, his best friend who was sitting next to him, asked in his quiet polite way, “Is everything alright, Hiyoshi?”

“Fine.” It would be considered rude not to reply, but what was he was supposed to say?

‘.......’

‘it's yummy...’

‘Why are you telling me this?’

‘felt like it?’

Hiyoshi felt a headache coming on. ‘You're an idiot.’ He messaged Kirihara back, feeling validated in his assessment.

‘EH?! Why?!’

Hiyoshi sighed, knowing there was no point arguing logic with an idiot. ‘I prefer matcha.’

‘It's all bitter though!’

‘So? I like bitter. ‘

‘Youre weird’

‘And you're still an idiot.’

‘...mushroom.’
Hiyoshi glared at his phone. By now Choutarou was looking at him like the phone had turned him alien as well. He was NOT going to let himself be reduced down to Kirihara’s maturity level.

There was a long wait until he finally responded.

‘MEDUSA’

‘T_T I'm not medusa!! If I was I'd turn that little red head bastard to stone!’

Hiyoshi grinned, amused, trying not to let it show and failing. Maybe there was good reason to Choutarou’s nearly terrified face. He hoped he wouldn’t get the “I’ll find you a good shrink” talk again.

‘And I'm not a fungus.’ He hated it when people degraded him by comparing him to a member of the fungi family. And, mushrooms where disgusting.

‘no but you're a fun guy heh heh :P’

‘No, I'm not...’ That was ridiculous.

‘Are too.’

‘Am not.’

‘Are too :P’

‘If you really think so, then you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.’

‘Eh?! Why?’

‘.......’

‘.....?’

‘class’

‘...is boring?’

‘is now’

‘...your point?’

‘You're an idiot’

‘youre an ass :P so what class you in?’

‘English’

‘Ew. Lame.’

‘It’s not that bad.’

‘Yes it is. It's the devil class’

‘So you feel right at home.’

‘...that's not funny ><’

‘I thought so’

‘Yeah well your sense of humor is evil’

‘heh’

‘-__-‘

So immersed was Hiyoshi in his texting conversation, he didn’t notice everyone had already left the area until Choutarou lightly patted his shoulder informing him the bell was about to ring for class. He put his phone in his pocket and hurried off, cursing the idiot in his head.

He made it back to the classroom just in time, but as he sat down in his seat, his phone started buzzing endlessly in his pocket. He decided to ignore it.

‘don't ignore me!!’

‘H’

‘I’

‘Y’

‘O’

‘S’

‘H’

‘I’

‘I’

‘I’

Fucking annoying idiot! The usually good and reserved student thought he might die of embarrassment when the girl sitting next to him gave him a strange look. Why wasn’t Kirihara giving up???

‘STOP’ He finally pulled his phone out and tried to discreetly message him.

‘Don't ignore me then!’

‘...I'm in class!’

‘So?!’

‘so i'm busy’

‘I don't care. I'm bored. No one pays attention in class nowadays anyway’

‘I do’

‘well it's time to change that’

Hiyoshi turned off his phone.

Far from where Hiyoshi was, in Rikkai High, a curly haired youth sent another text and received a “cannot be delivered” message. He glared at his phone. “Bastard!” he called out, completely forgetting he was the middle of class, and got detention.

Once classes were out for the day, curiosity got the better of Hiyoshi and he turned back on his phone to check if he got any new messages. When he saw he didn’t, for some reason he felt a little disappointed. Just when he was about to put it away, it buzzed in his hand, making him jump slightly.

‘bastard, its your fault i got detention’

Hiyoshi quickly had to hide the forming smirk.

‘Maybe you should pay attention in class.’

‘....you suck T_T’

‘No. I'm a good student.’

‘yeah, exactly. you suck ><’

‘Then stop bugging me.’

‘I dont wanna’

‘Are you really that bored?’

‘maybe’

‘Don't you have tennis practice?’

‘Yeah, soon’

‘Then go bother someone there.’

‘You're more amusing though’

‘No, I'm not.’

‘are too’

‘Am not’

‘Are too :P’

Hiyoshi was starting to believe Kirihara really was actually insane.

‘You're crazy’

‘That's what they say’

‘Maybe you should get professional help for that’

‘Nah’

Sighing, Hiyoshi’s hand dropped to his side and he wondered why all the people he knew were insane.

‘soooooo what ya doin?’

‘None of your business.’

‘hmm are you embarrassed or something? Oooo are you looking at porn?’

‘NO’ Hiyoshi quickly followed then with, ‘IDIOT’

‘then why wont you tell me?’

‘Because its none of your business’

‘why not?’

‘You don't even know me’

‘I do to. Your name is Hiyoshi Wakashi and you go to hyotei. You have a weird haircut. Your dad has a dojo. You practice martial arts, stopped playing tennis seriously about a year ago, and your favorite phrase is 'gekokujou' for some reason’

Hiyoshi paused mid step in the middle of the street, heard a car horn blare at him and hurried the rest of the way across.

‘I'm walking home.’ Kirihara had caught him off guard with that. There was a pause before he added ‘and I don’t have a weird haircut.’

‘Yeah you do, but it suits you. It's kinda cute on you. Where do you live?’

Hiyoshi’s eyes bugged out and he stopped walking again. Thankfully, this time he was on the curb. ‘It’s a traditional cut. And I will choose to ignore your comment since I am definitely not cute. And there is no way in hell I'm telling you after telling me that’

‘Eh? why not?’

Anyone walking past Hiyoshi might have wondered why there was a high school boy standing in the middle of the curb with a red hue on his cheeks. Now Hiyoshi was worried he spent way too much time with Gakuto and Oshitari for jumping to conclusions like that.

‘Never mind.’ Looking around self-consciously, he started walking again and basically jogged the rest of the way home.

‘uh...alright’

‘Home. Have to go. Practice’

Ignoring any other messages, once he got home, Hiyoshi put his phone down in his room and left for training.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

High School Demon Sweetheart