There was something... /off/ in the air today. For one thing, Tezuka-buchou was casually glancing back over his shoulder far too often than was usual, inciting comment from the more observant regulars, and for another... well. He pulled his cap lower on his head, looking up with slight suspicion. While he didn't find Fuji-sempai nearly as scary as Momo-sempai seemed to, nor was he one of those unfortunate souls inclined to underestimate him (at least, until they were forcibly but politely shown the error of their ways) and while he was on fairly good terms with his senior... ...good terms or not, Fuji-sempai wasn't really someone you wanted standing /that/ close to you, with /that/ smile on his face. The smile that promised that things would be very interesting for a while, and that you would be instrumental in bringing that about, whether or not you knew it or was willing. "Ne, Echizen," Fuji-sempai said happily. "...yes?" "Are you free after practice?" Fuji-sempai's smile widened. Ryoma blinked. Hm. Lie to his senior... get caught up in whatever Fuji-sempai was planning... ...lie to his senior, or get caught up in what Fuji-sempai was planning... "Why?" he asked cautiously. "I'm running out of grip tape," Fuji-sempai said. "I thought you could bring me to the shop where you get yours." Ryoma blinked again. "Um..." "We can go and get something to eat before that, of course," Fuji-sempai continued. "It's the least I can do for your help. And besides, it's a sempai's responsibility to take care of their juniors." "But..." "And," said Fuji-sempai, suddenly far closer than he had been a moment ago, "I thought we could continue our match after that, Echizen-kun," he whispered into Ryoma's ear. He jerked back, turning red and almost glaring at his senior. Fuji-sempai looked cheerfully at him, smoothing down a crease on his jacket, as though he hadn't just been invading Ryoma's personal space a second ago. Almost too cheerfully, in fact, and far more intently than he was usually given to. He paused and turned slightly. Tezuka-buchou was standing unobtrusively just within earshot, and examining the second years practice with far more care that he usually warranted them. Ryoma grinned slowly. "Okay, sempai."