Anime Ships Fanfiction Collection

KiKasa [2 - Switch]

A/N: Forgive me for I am Kikasa-shipping trash. I love these two too much.

Special thanks to my lovely editor MrItachi8myramen for checking of errors!

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Lately, I've noticed that Senpai is starting to grow cooler.

It's hard to put it into words, but lately, whenever he plays and instructs and leads the team during practice, I swear I could see him sparkle and glisten like some sort of a prince-like male lead role from a shoujo manga. I've told him this once, but of course being the tsundere he was, he only kicked me on the head and threw it back at me, only to realize how embarrassing that sounded and hitting me even more.

It's not just me fawning over him like I usually do, because the Kaijo girls seem to think the same. I've heard one or two cheers of "Kasamatsu-san!" among the fans who come to the court usually to watch me play – and that's exactly what's been making me restless.

One day, I whined about this to Kasamatsu-senpai himself. "Senpai, you should probably stop emitting those pheromones before you attract the whole Kaijo female population!"

"What, are you afraid I'll take away your fans?" he said, shrugging me off. "Don't worry, it's not like I'll cheat on you or anything. You know I can't handle girls, right?"

Exactly – Senpai has never been good at handling women, much less those preying on him. I'm not jealous of him. I'm worried about him because he can't handle girls; I've seen how some of them can become persistent beasts behind their pretty faces. What if a pushy one clings onto him and forces him to go out with her? What if someone deceives and manipulates him into going out with her?

Okay, maybe I'm a little jealous. But not because Senpai gets the girls' attention. I'm jealous because the girls might take his attention away from me.

Either way, my worst fears come true as I one day witnessed a senior (from Senpai's class) confess to him, and ask him out on a date. He agreed, much to my disapproval.

"What's the meaning of this, Senpai?" I confronted him as soon as we met again that day. "Why would you go on a date with her that easily?!"

"Tsk, so you heard, huh..." he muttered. "I told her I didn't see her that way, but she said she wanted me to go on a date with her to see if she had a chance."

"But you should have turned her down! I don't think you can handle her by yourself, the way you are..."

"Hah?! Is this you being jealous again, or are you just looking down on me?" He accused. "I can handle it, I'll show you! Don't forget who's older here." He blurted, socking me in the face. "You better not follow me around like last time."

–is what he said, but now I'm here anyway. In disguise, of course. As a famous model, I have the convenience of owning an (utterly cliché) outfit of sunglasses, a detective hat and a top and bottom that doesn't stick out.

Peeking from behind the utility pole, I see that the girl is the first to arrive. She evidently dressed her best for today with her frilly top and annoyingly short shorts, and make-up and jewelry. I feel a vein popping in my head at the sight as I glare at her from the side. Hah, Senpai won't be swooned with just that, I think to myself.

Soon after, Kasamatsu-senpai arrives. I inwardly sulk at the fact that I'm not the only one who has seen him in casual clothes anymore. However, on the bright side, I'm glad I get to see him now. He was wearing rolled-up long sleeves, a beanie, and a trouser high enough to show his high socks and rubber shoes and his nervousness was showing that I almost squeal like a fan boy at his adorableness. (Did I mention how cute I've always found those socks of his?) Senpai, why can't you be this adorable when we go on dates? That's so unfair, I think to myself.