In the woods behind the tennis club, Nioh hooks his leg over a tree branch and hangs upside down, poking his head out.
"Hey, senpai."
Mouri, who had snuck away from practice, jumped at the sudden appearance. He quickly gestured for his junior to be quiet, and Nioh winked at him.
"Puri. Of course you can, since we're both skipping practice."
A hand reaching down from above came to rest right at the corner of Mouri's lips. Seeing the red-haired senpai frozen in surprise, the silver-haired boy smiled, his eyes crinkling. He whispered,
"My accomplice."
**
I couldn't help myself, so I made a little teaser for a future story. I'm charging full speed down the road of writing rare pairs (lights cigarette).
It's probably going to be a short story of around ten thousand words, so it won't be very long. But stories under thirty thousand words don't get their own column, so I'm still thinking about whether to make this a collection. I could put various little snippets and things here.
2023.5.19
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