Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ The Voices In My Head Tell Me So ❯ FOUR ( Chapter 4 )

FOUR

The day was off to its usual start, and I cooked again, as practice. Another ride to school with my sister. Another safe arrival at school without being isekaied by a box truck, of which there were many. School was normal until lunch when Totsuka approached me, asking for help with tennis practice.

“I am asking you because you have really good form,” he explained, and I can’t stop noticing how he still looks like a girl when he talks, down to his mannerisms and posture. It’s really weird.

And yet, he is still a boy. You better let the girls know. You can get credit for this if it’s an official activity, and get support from sensei. Reserve the court, and get it in writing.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll let Yukino and Yui know I’m doing this for service club. You’ll want to approach them after school so we can cover this as one of our sponsored activities,” I explained.

After a brief meeting with the Service Club I changed into my gym outfit and joined Totsuka on the court, volleying for fun, and then getting serious with sniping serves and ploys to get my opponent to be on the wrong side of the court from where I’d put the ball. We took a break after three games.

“Hayato, I wanna play tennis,” whined drills from the other side of the fence, staring at us jealously.

“Oi, Miura. We’ve got this court reserved. Come back another time,” I yelled to her. She glared at me, expecting that the force of her personality would bend me to her will. No dice.

You know, she’s actually really good at tennis. Could go pro, if she wasn’t so enamored with Hayato. Oops. Now Yukino is going to weigh in out of spite.

“We have permission in writing,” she stabbed at the drill-haired girl.

“Oh really? Well, we asked sensei and got his permission to use the courts,” she countered.

That is probably a lie, or irrelevant. The important thing is she will fight over access out of spite, as a surrogate for her frustration with Hayato, who won’t commit. This is a girl fight over a boy, one rejected by one of them and obsessed over by another. Its very unhealthy, but its typical for Alphas like him. Aren’t you glad your romance is simpler? Or would be if you choose someone already. If you let Drills play, she’s going to want doubles in order to shame Yukino, who lacks stamina to play more than a single game. She can’t beat her academically, so at sports is the best she can hope for.

“This practice is to improve Totsuka’s playing in order to attract more members to the school tennis team. If you want to play, you need to play against him,” I offered. Yukino glared at me.

“Oh? Well, let’s play doubles then. Winner gets the use of the court,” she decided.

If you’re both using the court, the win is moot. Female logic at work, that one.

I grimaced at this commentary since it was obvious and even hairband guy winced at this. I always thought he was dumb, but maybe he’s smarter than Miura. Well, people pass tests to get into this premier school. I worked hard to get in so I wouldn’t have to see classmates from Middle School. That mostly worked. A few were nerdy enough to get in, and they weren’t the type to tease me about my name.

The volleys were good, and Miura showed she could snipe with her serves and returns. She was angry, and showed it in how she played. Yukino, predictably, was too exhausted to finish her game so Yui tried… and failed. She lacks coordination and speed, costing us the game and down another 15-love in the next game. I subbed in after that, winning us that game, and getting a glare from Miura. I opted to smile in reply, which made her shudder. So did Yukino, but she was that sort of girl. Yui looked a bit uncomfortable for letting down Totsuka, and I returned the ball right into Hayama’s shoe, costing him the point. I can play hard too. I mostly play by myself, after all, and you’re always competing against yourself in the real world, if you have any pride at all.

The score evened up. Games were tied. Next win would win the match. Totsuka was happy, sweating and playing as hard as he could. The riajus were cheering for Hayama and Miura, who was soaking up the praise of her skill and the attention. Her ego needed this. Hayama just looked resigned and played for the pride of being a jock. This wasn’t his preferred sport, but he was competent. 15-Love. Then 15-15. Then 15-30. I was serving, and went for the Rocket, a high flier that went up and up and up and the wind blew it just right to land on their side of the net and bounce so high they couldn’t return it. 30 All. A serve, a return, a pop up by me into the wind, which blew one way, then again in a different direction, putting Miura and Hayato into the fence, neither actually injured but startled at their loss and Miura pleased to have been “saved” by Hayato using his body to protect her. Sigh.

Teenagers. If he was normal, he’d be getting sex later. What do you want to bet he’s not going to accept her offer and go elsewhere rather than put up with her Yandere tendencies?

No bet. That’s obvious, I responded to my inner voice.

“That was good practice, Hachiman,” Totsuka said as we headed for the locker room, to shower and change back into our school uniforms. I’m going to be bringing this uniform home. It stinks.

“I’m glad we could help fulfill your request, Totsuka-san. See you in class tomorrow,” I answered and headed home.