"Six weeks." Midorikawa steps in close, sharp and loud like her serve. "Without tennis."
"I hope you got my flowers." Ryuzaki's heart beats faster, but she won't let it show in her face. Not to Midorikawa. Not to anyone. She lifts her chin, Midorikawa's hot breath on her mouth, and doesn't back down.
"Did you even write the card yourself?" Midorikawa's hair hangs over her shoulders, straight and heavy like the curtains on Ryuzaki's bedroom window.
"You should use this time for reflection," Ryuzaki says, carefully shaping each syllable. In ten seconds, she will walk away.
"You--" Midorikawa's eyes open wider, her nostrils flare, her mouth hardens like a stone. She moves closer, one arm cradled in the sling, the other lifting slightly, fingers spreading.
Ryuzaki flushes from head to knees, prickling with a heat she almost doesn't recognize. It weakens her knees, pulls her off-balance. Her hands want to reach, her body wants to lean, her mouth wants to touch.
It sickens her. She holds her back straight, looks Midorikawa in the eye. She counts to ten. She walks away.
That night, she stands in her bedroom, curtains drawn, wrap around her shoulders, and looks into the darkness until her mind is clear. It takes a long time.
"And then he kissed me," Tomoka says, and throws her hands up in the air. "He's such a jerk!" The bed bounces and Sakuno hugs the plush penguin in her arms a little tighter.
"What...what was it like?" she says and her cheeks get hot just asking the question. She can't imagine it, though she's often tried. She looks down at the top of the penguin's head. She's had it since she was six and it's a little threadbare now.
"Gross!" Tomoka says. "Like this." Her face darts in, her mouth presses up against Sakuno's, a little wet between her lips, gone again so fast that Sakuno just feels the aftershock.
It's not gross at all.
"I'm not that much older than you," Fuji says. "We should be friends." He smiles and brushes his thumb across Kaidoh's shoulder. Their knees bump together and Kaidoh can't think why Fuji wants to have lunch with him.
He can't think why Fuji wants to show him something in the tennis clubhouse when it's not time for practice. He can't think why Fuji would put his arms around Kaidoh's neck and look up into his face and push him back against the cubbies.
"Ready?" Fuji's tongue slides past Kaidoh's lips and his knee slips between Kaidoh's thighs and Kaidoh just can't think at all.
"Friends?" Fuji says afterwards. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are lazy and he still has Kaidoh backed against the wall.
"Yes," Kaidoh says, dizzy and sticky and happy and confused, and wonders if Fuji does this with all his friends.
"Aaaaaaah!" Tamaki says, the light of heaven shining down upon him, the music of the jewelled night sky filling his ears, Kyouya's hand moving up and down, sweet perfection, exquisite moment, the best pure feeling ever, bright and clean and aaaaaaah!
Kyouya wipes his left hand off on his handkerchief. With his right, he punches keys on his calculator, not even looking at Tamaki.
"Do you always have to do that?" Tamaki says, because he's never got over feeling slighted, even when he's lost in bliss and rapture.
"If I don't do both activities together, I'll have to remove one from my schedule," Kyouya says. He rips the tape off the calculator and stands.
"Do you want me to..." Tamaki stretches and pulls himself back together.
"No." Kyouya leaves the room and Tamaki wonders if Kyouya ever schedules bliss and rapture for himself.
Kara blows smoke into Kat's face and laughs. "Bitch," Kat says and gives Kara a shove.
"Oh, you're starting something?" Kara shrugs out of her jacket, cigar clenched between her teeth.
"I think you started it," Kat says and shoves her again.
"Can we wait to fight?" Kara asks, leaning over Kat, staring her down, only she won't go down. "I don't want to waste the cigar."
Hotdog slams his glass onto the table, too far gone to set it lightly. "Aw, aren't we going to see some action?"
"You wish," Kat and Kara say together. Kat scowls. Kara grins.
"You wish," she says to Kat and almost regrets it when Kat knocks her cigar onto the floor.
It's Kogure who moves first, trapping Mitsui against the locker doors, arms on either side of him.
"Do you want another smack?" Mitsui says and wants to pull the words back into his mouth.
But Kogure just smiles, that gentle old-man smile that Mitsui hates himself for liking. "In a manner of speaking," he says and leans in slowly until Mitsui can't stand it anymore and grabs the back of his head.
They kiss until their mouths are swollen and their clothes are rumpled and Miyagi comes in and finds them. Mitsui pushes Kogure and sends him sprawling. He's sorry, always sorry, but he can't say it so he runs.
Kogure always finds him.
[ insert Hal/Drew Barrymore drabble here ]