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“Like we promised, you’re gonna have to tell me your number, now~♪”
That was what he’d said, out there on the field. He hadn’t screamed, he hadn’t cursed, and he hadn’t gotten violent; all of which Sae had expected from a guy like him after losing a game like that.
But, no. The tall, excessively tanned prick had just bounced right over to Sae, shoved his hands in his pants, got all up in his personal space, and asked for his number.
And the words “fuck off, you lunatic,” had been right there on the tip of Sae’s tongue…
“At least let me shower first.”
What the hell? Why had he said that? He certainly hadn’t planned to, and he’d definitely not humored possibility of doing such a thing. His mouth had betrayed him, and the only thing he could do to save face was to walk off before anyone could say anything else and make the situation even more fucking annoying.
Sae took that shower. And for what was probably a good forty-five minutes, he stood under the hot water and thought. He probably should’ve been thinking about the game, or his brother, or the little black-haired pipsqueak who’d stolen the show…
But his mind lingered on tanned skin glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun, wildly windswept bleach blond hair tinted pink, and large fuchsia eyes rimmed with black paint and framed by fluttering golden eyelashes.
Shidou Ryuusei’s Bette Davis eyes.