Ryoka’s POV:
“You’re going to get sick, Ryoka-san!” Nanako-san insisted me on drying myself with the arid towel.
“Sheesh, fine,” I agreed to her reluctantly, much to her satisfaction.
“Next time, bring an umbrella! School is going to start next week!”
I nodded. Blah, blah, blah.
“You are thinking that I am sprouting senseless things, aren’t you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.
Wait, how do you know? I was going to object when from the corner of my eye, I saw Ryoga-nii opening the front door I just came in through a few minutes ago.
“Tadaima,” he mumbled.
“Okaeri, Ryoga-san! Why are you wet too? Geez, you all should bring an umbrella or you will get a cold!” Nanako-san scolded us.
The usual me would just sulk or put or at least, even grunt at what she said. But the me now find it hard to speak anything but ‘gomen’ in his presence.
Nanako-san seemed to notice that. She asked me, “Daijobu, Ryoka-san?”
I merely nodded my head. If I open my mouth, I am afraid that I would spill a very big apologetic speech designating towards Ryoga-nii-san.
“Hmm? What’s going on here?”
Well, look who is here! I wanted to say mockingly. The father of idiotism!
But I just heave a deep sigh.
He looked at me for some time as if he is analyzing some specimen. “Did something terrible happen here?” He asked the all of us.
I shook my head.
“You’re awfully silent than the normal soundless you! Stop acting like a mute!” Nanako-san rebuked at me.
Etto…Nanako-san rarely tells off someone. I think I should just speak up…but that’s not a very much of a good idea. Maybe I can just escape from here somehow…
My eyes darted towards the staircase. My brain automatically thinks up of a strategy to come what may happen.
Okay, Ryoka.
Escape route – complete.
Mission – start.
Ready, start…Go!
I reached for my hoodie and covered my face. Okay, next. I slowly skated my left foot about ten inches to my left and then, did the same to my right foot. Now, maintain. Soon, I reached the stairway’s base.
“What are you doing?” Oyaji asked me with a straight face. I meant the straight face as in straight face. His eyes were like white rectangles with a small black dot in the middle. A dull face expression, indeed.
I acted like I am ignoring them and pretended like I am the invisible man.
All right, Ryoka. Let’s continue the pattern until we reach the bedroom, shall we?
Step, step, one, two, one, two. I halted for a moment for effect. Then, continued. Step, step, one, two, one, two.
“What on earth are you doing?”
I looked to the recognizable figure looking at me with the usual stoic expression.
“Danc-Walking,” I answered hastily.
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Psychotic Devil Player (Prince of Tennis)
RandomEchizen Ryoma's twin, Echizen Ryoka. She plays tennis really, really well. However, she made it official one day that she would not play tennis anymore. Her family members did not have any other choice but to respect her decision. What they did not...
