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“Tanaka-san, stoooop!”
The red-headed first-year sobbed and kicked, but to no avail. Tanaka had him pinned firmly with one hand while he dealt an unending series of powerful smacks with the other.
“You thought you could steal your senpai’s water bottle?” Tanaka bellowed. “I’ll teach you to respect your elders!”
“I didn’t steal it, senpai!” Shoyo wailed. Tanaka’s palm stung like crazy against his bare ass, and the second-year showed no sign of slowing. “Owww! Stop it, please!”
“Oh, no?” drawled Tanaka. “Then how come it isn’t in my gym bag, huh? Answer me that, shrimpy!”
“I don’t knoooww! Owww!”
“And now you’re lying to me!” Shoyo could sense the vindictive grin on Tanaka’s face, even if he couldn’t see it from his compromising position. “You know I hate to do this, Hinata, but as your senpai, it’s my responsibility to discipline bratty first-years!”
He somehow picked up the pace, and Shoyo howled into the tiled floor.
“Senpai, please!” he cried. Words were failing him, now. Tanaka played wing spiker for a reason. He’d had plenty of practice spiking round objects with all his strength, except now, instead of a volleyball, it was Shoyo’s unprotected ass. “I—! Didn’t take—ow! I didn’t take it—owww!”
“Still won’t talk, eh?” growled Tanaka. “That’s fine, shrimpy! I can do this all day!”
Shoyo didn’t doubt it. He wriggled desperately over Tanaka’s knee and kicked at the floor, gym shoes squeaking against the tiles.
The door to the equipment room slid open.
“What’s going on in here?”
Daichi’s voice rumbled through the din, and Tanaka paused in his onslaught.
“Dai-san,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here. I was just disciplining this thieving miscreant.” He landed another full-force smack.
Shoyo craned his torso to look back at the captain, who was standing in the doorway looking bemused. “He says I took his water bottle, but I didn’t take it!” cried Shoyo, getting the words out as fast as possible before Tanaka could resume the attack. “I promise, I didn’t take it!”
Daichi held up a blue water bottle. Even from his semi-upside-down position, Shoyo could clearly see the name scrawled in thick black marker.
“You mean this water bottle?” said the captain. “I found it outside the door to the gym. You must have dropped it.”
There was a long silence.
Nobody moved.
Then, Tanaka said, “Oh.”
Shoyo felt himself lifted off the second-year’s lap. Tanaka pulled his shorts back up, and Shoyo winced as the fabric scraped past his abused backside.
Tanaka patted him on the hip. “Well… just… let that be a reminder,” he said, floundering magnificently. “In case you ever do think about stealing from someone on this team. As your senpai, I won’t let you get away with it.”
“Understood,” said Shoyo, rubbing vigorously at the sting. “Th-thank you.”
He scurried past Daichi, whose eyes had gone dark.
Tanaka tried to pass him, but the captain put a hand on his shoulder. “Just a moment, Tanaka,” he said, in that scary-low voice of his. “I’d like to have a little conversation with you.” The temperature plummeted in the gym. “As your senpai.”
Shoyo gathered his things and hurried out of the gym. The ringing sounds of Daichi’s “conversation” followed him the whole way.