Tezuka Kunimitsu has a sister who chases after a dream to become a professional ballerina in Germany. However, fate is playing game with her - leaves her with no choice but to abandon her dream and return to her homeland. She goes back to the abando...
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"D-don't tell me it's—" Takeshi stuttered.
"Hyotei's..." Takashi continued.
"AtobeKeigo," Inui finished their sentence.
Hikari glanced at each of them, blinking several times as she noticed how they were observing her reaction. "Uh, I'm sorry but... who is this Atobe Keigo?" she asked.
"Oh, you didn't mean him?" Shūsuke huffed, looked slightly relieved.
"What a relief, nyaa. You wouldn't want to be involved with someone like him, Hikari-chan," Eiji said.
"For your information, he's Hyotei's tennis club captain, also the student council president since the first year, and literally the living rule in Hyotei. He always begins his morning with Wagner's music and a cup of Darjeeling Imperial tea. His father appears to be the president of Atobe Group that owns many things from properties, electronic supplies, medicines, hotel chains, to food and beverage products—including the tea you're drinking."Sadaharu pointed at the green tea Hikari was holding. "Just like your brother, Atobe is also a national-level tennis player."
"I see..." Hikari didn't know whether she was impressed with this Atobe Keigo or the depth of information Sadaharu just gave her because she didn't even know how her best friend began her day.
"So, you really don't know him, Hikari-chan?" Takashi asked.
Hikari shook her head. "Nope. The man I've met isn't even a student so I'm not sure you'd know him." Hikari smiled upon the memory of him giving her a rose as if she was a princess and entangled her fingers upon the building euphoria that clouded her senses.
"Who is this man?"
The drop of temperature in the room wasn't caused by the air conditioner, and she knew that the Seigaku regulars would agree with her. She had to muster her guts to tilt her head to her brother, whose eyes scanned hers for an answer.
"Uh... h-he's a janitor," she said.
"Janitor?! They have a janitor?! Does that mean they don't have to clean their shits?! How unfair!" Takeshi asked disbelievingly.
