Keys (Yaoi Oneshots)

Only You (Prince of Tennis: Oishi x Eiji)

=requested pairing =

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"Yaaaahhh!" came the screams from the female 2nd year students as Shuichiro Oishi walked past the hallway, "Oishi-senpai!! We love you!"

The Student Council Chairman of the Health Committee softly smiled to his kohais, face turning a shade of pink as he continues to walk, "Hello. Shouldn't you be taking your lunch or preparing for your afternoon classes?"

"Yaaah! He talked to me!" Began the screaming again.

"No! Me!"

"Oishi-senpai is soooo caring!" Came another boisterous yell from the crowd.

"Now, now," Oishi continued, trying to calm them down, "It's not nice to fight. Also, you have to take care of yourselves during lunch break or you will have indigestion."

"Senpai, senpai!" A dark-haired girl braved through the crowd, "Can you at least sign my notebook to inspire me? Pretty please." She pulls a notebook from behind her and opened it before her crush.

Suddenly, the crowd turned silent as the girls held their breath. Flustered by too many pairs of eyes staring at him, Oishi reached for his pen and scribbled a hasty signature. Immediately, the rest of the onlookers squealed. Some grabbed for their notepads, some for their books, while others found the audacity to raise their chests together for Oishi to sign.

"I- I, ahh," Oishi didn't know what to do now. He was just supposed to pass on some papers from sensei. Why do things always end up like this?

"Tsk," a loud, disapproving voice is heard from the back, "Someone's playing mister popular today."

Oishi looked through the crowd and met his partner's annoyed gaze. The vice-captain's face lit up as his lips curve into a full-on smile, "Eiji! What are you doing here?"

Putting both his arms behind his head, Eiji looked down at the females' lustful gazes towards his best friend. Gesturing for the upper floors, he replied, "I went to your classroom. I'd invite you to lunch with me, but you seem busy O-i-shi-sen-pai." He emphasized the name with a popping P.

"No," Oishi frantically answered, "I was delivering papers for sensei. Let's have lunch together, like always."

A blonde squealed, grabbing Oishi's attentioon, "Come eat with us, then."

"No, I-" the tennis vice-captain stammered, "girls, please- I-"

Eiji shrugged, annoyed even more by Oishi's reaction, "Stay with your fans. I'm leaving!" With that, he pivoted around and walked away, waving one arm in the air. Talking so that he was the only one who could hear himself, the redhead mumbled, "Stupid Oishi. Baka. Aho."

"Eiji, wait!" But someone was holding him down, and his doubles partner wasn't listening. Oishi looked at the girls before him and tried to smile, "Sorry, but I really have to go."