Contact [Mini Arc-Part 1] | Syu-Centric!

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A/N: I've finally decided to open up this editing thingy and continue writing this story, lol. Don't worry, I'll finish it, eventually. Maybe. Yeah, probably. 

Mostly Syu here, simply because I was getting tired of Ryo and Sei's POVs all the time. 

Please enjoy~



|Sysusuke's POV| 

Sometimes, I wonder if I drove them away. If it was all my fault. I've changed - that much I acknowledge. 

Who is Ryoma?

Why are we so attracted to him?

I glanced out the window, watching as little sakura petals dance across the frame. Obviously, I wasn't paying attention to the teacher. 

I can't even remember her name.

I smiled bitterly.

We've grown apart, the Seigaku tennis team. 

I bit my lip.

Him.

He was the thread that kept us together.


|Syusuke & Seiichi's POV|

A golden thread, in a sea of darkness.

Yellow, red and blue. 

Yellow is claimed.

I have blue...

Now I must have red.


|Syusuke's POV|

I gripped my pencil, eyes narrowing dangerously.

I will win, Seiichi.

I will.

My pencil snapped in half.


~*~ 


I sat by Kunimitsu's side, as always. An eery silence hung in the air, sifting through our tense bodies, laughing at us. 

I slid my eyes towards him. He was staring into space...No surprising these days.

I glanced back to the window, staring listlessly at the empty fields that rolled past. Ha. Empty. Exactly how I feel right now.

My eyes snapped shut as Kunimitsu clutched my hand. 

"Syusuke..." his voice broke a little, and I could feel his worry and fear rip through me. "Just....Please, just stop."

I openly glared at him this time. I tore my hand away from his.  

"You don't understand," I whispered back, except with anger laced into my tone. "Oh Mitsu, wouldn't you risk everything for him?"

At this, Kunimitsu fell silent, his gaze downcast again. 

My glared burned him. I already know that. 

I faced away, blinking back tears of guilt and pain. 3 years ago, I would apologise right away. 3 years ago, he would challenge me into a silent staring contest every time I challenged his request. 

What the hell changed?

I already know the answer.

Me.

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