“Pretty kitty!”

You heard one of the middle schoolers call you from behind. Voice loud and clear it could be heard by the others up in the mountains. Atobe Keigo—that was his name. Initially, being picked to partake in the U-17 Training Camp was to hone his skills as a tennis player—though he had seemed to have other plans in mind when he seized the opportunity of hitting on a girl his age around the perimeter.

“Wait up—!” You sighed, cursing to yourself quietly as the tall boy caught up with you. Sporting his uniform, the insignia of court 5 was adorned, and plastered over his chest. Noticing that you had acknowledged his prowess in the scene of Tennis, he beamed proudly at your prolonged staring. “You seem to have gotten better at maintaining eye contact with me these days, don't you think?” He leaned in closer, his handsome face obscuring your view of his other teammates.

“Say, after camp why don't you go on a date with me?” He started yet again with his sphallolalia—voice sultry, and obviously closing any dead space between you, he backed you up onto the bench, ultimately making you sit down. No matter how vehemently you tried to abrogate his innuendoes and advances—the man was firm on his goal; getting to be your boyfriend.

“We can go on a cruise—a big one. Cruising on an island in the South sounds like such a tempting idea right?” he shrugged, pushing out his bottom lip as he sat beside you. He successfully got you just where he wanted. “And you look just like my ideal type to spend this ideal date with.” His gaze lingered over your smaller—yet just his type—sat figure, vividly imagining what you'd look like in a luxury branded bikini he'll pick out just for you.

“So whatcha say?”