There are three kinds of people in the world; people who look damn hot in skinny jeans, people who look tolerable in skinny jeans, and people that should never even look at skinny jeans (Sanada…). As fate would have it, Dan Taichi, whom was already the most adorable, irresistible, smexiest little dude in all of Yamabuki, was in the first group.
It happened to be, when both the guy’s and the girl’s tennis team Regulars decided on a lunch outing one Saturday afternoon, Dan showed up in black skinny jeans and a black and green shirt, his green head band slipping off as per usual. Having been her favorite piece of eye candy for some time previous to the event, she was threatened with the possibility of a nose bleed as soon as she laid eyes on him.
“________-senpai!” Dan waved happy at the sight of his second favorite person in the world, she waved back, half-frozen in place. For one of the few times ever Dan left Jin’s side and approached the flustered girl in somewhat a run.
“H-hi, Dan-kun. H-how are you?” that’s right, Dan was a year younger than ________, but was it really so wrong to like a guy, even if they’re younger?
At the sight of her reddening face, Dan rose to the tip of is toes and pressed his hand to her forehead. “Ne, are you alright, senpai? You’re all red! You’re not sick are you?”
“N-no!” she squeaked, reeling back at his touch, “I-I’m fine!”
Pulling away, he sighed and began to follow the others as they left for their table. “Ok…”
“Ne, Sengoku-kun, when did he get those?” she asked, leaning against said boy’s shoulder dreamily--her nose still had to be held for precautionary reasons. Sengoku chuckled as he followed her line of sight.
“You pervert.”
Suddenly, though defiantly too far away to over hear the two’s conversation, Dan turned and looked back at her, watching for a moment, and then smirked lightly. He was Dan Taichi after all, not too suited for smirking, so it was more of a teasing smile. “Come on, ________-senpai. Come sit next to me.”
He turned and walked towards the table, sitting next to Jin and then holding the seat on his other side by swinging one of his feet up into the cushion, still smirking--smiling--over at her. Sengoku choked in shock--apparently not knowing how dirty his little kohai could be.
“Oh, god…” she whispered while her voice rose in pitch and her eyes widened and more blush flooded her cheeks, “I can’t wait to get those jeans off of him.”
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