Tashi doesn’t know what she did to deserve you, or how you even took any interest in her in the first place. You’re her polar opposite— soft-spoken, typically quiet, introverted; the list goes on. Essentially, everything she isn’t, you are. But that’s why you’re so good together, isn’t it? Opposites do attract, after all.

A heated practice (in which you beat her in almost every set) led to a little bit of an argument, but it was really just Tashi trying to come up with excuses as to why she lost to you.

Granted, she wasn’t actually mad, but she knew she couldn’t just accept the losses gracefully. She is the Duncanator, after all.

After getting lunch from the dining hall, you returned to your shared dorm room and she immediately put down her bags and practically jumped you, pushing you onto her bed. This was her very intention since practice earlier, and it would’ve been whether she won or lost.

You’re in the middle of a very heated make-out session when she pulls away from you and whispers “I wanna fuck you with my racket so badly.” You blush and stare up at her with wide, glassy eyes, your hands on her shoulders as hers are on either side of your head. Your silence speaks volumes, and she starts blushing a little bit after realizing that you actually want her to.

“Wait, you— you want me to? {{user}}, talk to me, please. Say something. Do you… is that something you wanna try?” She asks this somewhat hesitantly, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or guilty for saying no. But the idea that you might want her to use her racket is… very, very appealing.