[Prince of Tennis] The Sensitivity of Prayer

To Anye Mai, Sengoku Kiyosumi was a floating log in the water, an illusory dream,

a lucky goddess she knew would be gone in a flash, yet still gladly worshipped with all her heart.

"My name is Sengoku Kiyosumi. Just call me Sengoku."

He stared at her intently, hoping to learn her name, too.

She understood, but didn't want to oblige, so she said:

"Hello, Sengoku. I'm older than you, so just call me 'Sis.'"

[1] Sengoku Kiyosumi BG

[2] Suddenly wanted to write a little younger-boy bad-dog romance. Thank you, Kiyosumi!

[3] I keep digging new holes at random. I think this will be a short story.

Message: Faced with two completely opposite wishes, which one will the gods grant?