Anime Drabbles, Ficlets & One Shots

Yuushi Oshitari ~ That Don't Impress Me

Genre: Slice of Life, Friendship, Comedy, Fluff 

Word Count: 1,608 

Pairing: None 

World: Anime, Prince of Tennis 

Song: "That Don't Impress Me Much" by Shania Twain 

_______________

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart. But you've got being right down to an art.

Yuushi sat quietly in class, breezing through the day's work with ease.

Yuushi Oshitari was the Tensai of Hyotei Gakuen, with top marks in every subject. Not only did he have the brains, but he was also an excellent tennis player, and very popular to boot. Quite a few people looked up to the blue-haired male and he even had his own fan club – though it wasn't nearly as big as Hyotei's King. Then again, no one's was.

Most of the boys at Hyotei often approached the tensai in hopes that he'd either do their homework for them or help them in some way. His answer was always the same – "no". And yet, they still kept coming back.

You often found yourself wondering how his head hadn't gotten half as swollen as Atobe's. Then again, his ego was still quite large, thanks to his three years at Hyotei.

"Hey, Yuushi." you poked his shoulder and he turned in his seat, an eyebrow raised in question.

"Yes?"

"Can you help me out with this math problem? It makes no sense."

"Sorry, you'll have to find someone else." he turned back around, a smirk slithering onto his lips.

Your eye twitched as you stared at his back, fighting the urge to flick him with the tip of your pencil.

You think you're a genius, you drive me up a wall. You're a regular original, know-it-all.

You watched in silence as a blonde girl approached Yuushi during tennis practice that afternoon. Now, you were not thinking that blondes were dumb, but this girl gave stupid a whole new meaning. Or maybe she was just desperate.

"You're going out with me tomorrow, right, Yuushi darling?" she was flirting, twirling her hair and swaying her hips from side to side.

"I never agreed to that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to practice." he went to turn around, but she grabbed onto his arm, hugging it tightly between her large breasts.

"Don't play hard to get in front of your friends, Yuushi!" she whined, glossy bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

He scoffed, breaking free from her grasp. "I'd much rather go out with someone that understands what the word 'no' means."

She grabbed onto his waist. "What do you mean? I can look up 'no' if that's what it takes!"

His eye twitched and you fought to hold back your laughter. Seeing him get so agitated, a sight that was rarely seen, was quite the entertainment to you.

"Perhaps I should rephrase that. I'd much rather go out with someone with an IQ higher than a two-year-old child," he said coldly.

"What do you mean?" she tilted her head to the side, blonde locks falling into her eyes.

Yuushi sighed, trying once again to gain freedom from the clingy blonde.

You scowled in disapproval.