Hiyoshi fanfic
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jailynnBecause I am bored, and to get the thoughts out of my head, I wrote a little Hiyoshi-centric fic. Not really a chracter study though I kinda felt like I was writing one... Anyway
Title: Hiyoshi's 1st year at Hyoutei in a nutshell
rating: PG
pairings: onesided Hiyoshi x Gakuto, mention of silver pair, sort of.
summary: Hiyoshi's first year at Hyoutei summed up
Disclaimer: Prince of tennis and all it's characters belong to Konomi Takeshi.
Title: Hiyoshi's 1st year at Hyoutei in a nutshell
rating: PG
pairings: onesided Hiyoshi x Gakuto, mention of silver pair, sort of.
summary: Hiyoshi's first year at Hyoutei summed up
Disclaimer: Prince of tennis and all it's characters belong to Konomi Takeshi.
He was never good with the people of his own social class. They annoyed him immensely, and he saw them as nothing more than hurdles he must jump to get to the top. Primary school was a good time for him, because his parents put him in a public school to build his character. Now that he was in middle school they enrolled him in a school that matched with their status as dojo maintainers.
Hyoutei Gakuen. The minute he walked onto the campus he wanted to turn and run. His family was well-off and he wasn’t trying to make off that they weren’t, but these kids drove him crazy. No sense of honor, no sense of duty. Most of them were kids of big business owners, and didn’t have to work hard to get whatever they wanted. His family lived humbly, even below their means. He liked the simplicity of his life, and wished his parents hadn’t sent him here. The only advantage he could see was that this was good training in the art of advancing forward. In the art of “gekokujou”.
Hiyoshi Wakashi stared at the bare room he would be calling home for this school year. He immediately missed his room back home. This room, even though it was a dorm room, was huge in comparison to his room back home. His room back home was a smaller, more comfortable space, with scrolls of ancient sayings hanging on his walls, his futon (not a Western bed, like his dorm), and his book shelf, which was packed with novels of horror and mystery. All of the kids he had met at functions with his parents thought his love of horror and mystery was weird and creepy. The kids at his public school, however, thought nothing of it, and he even had a few friends he discussed the books with.
It took him until year 3 of primary school to get used to the children, and make any friends. His first day at Hyoutei made him fear that he would never get used to it here. After introducing themselves to the class that day, the teacher had allowed them a whole lecture period to talk and get to make new acquaintances.
During that time, Hiyoshi found himself sitting in the back, reading one of his favorite books. Not one person bothered to talk to him. The entire time, a heaviness laid at the bottom of his stomach. Secretly he had at least wanted one person to approach him. Most of the kids here had attended Hyoutei’s primary school together, and knew each other. He was, really , the only new kid present in the class. He knew that he would have to be the one to initiate any sort of interaction between him and the other students, but he knew they wouldn’t accept him. No mattered how distinguished his family was, he had come from common schooling, and that was enough to make him an oddball.
Hyoutei’s tennis club was the only silver lining in this whole situation. The system it worked on intrigued Hiyoshi to no end. Only the best were able to make it the rank of Regular The minute you showed weakness and lost, you were kicked off the regulars with no chance of making it back on. With over 200 members, it was a fiercely competitive club. One that made Hiyoshi a tiny bit glad that his parents enrolled him in this school. Making his way through the ranks of this club was good practice for his real battle that he would eventually have with his older brother to decide who would lead the family dojo. He couldn't help but notice, however, that some of the people in the tennis club were quite eccentric. Especially the club’s Vice Captain, Atobe Keigo. Hiyoshi knew two things right away when he saw Atobe. The first was that the boy was strong, and was definitely a shoe-in for the rank of Captain. The second was that he absolutely despised the pompous asshole.
He was lonely at times. His roommate didn’t want to get to know him, and his teammates weren’t too fond of his “take no prisoners” attitude. However, within the first month of school, he managed to make friends with another freshman named Ohtori Choutarou. The overly kind, overly polite boy had introduced himself and had asked Hiyoshi if he would like to rally with him. Hiyoshi couldn’t help but smile and accept Ohtori’s offer. They became fast friends because Ohtori seemed to understand Hiyoshi’s anti-social behavior. There were times, though, that the kind, tall, awkward boy would abandon Hiyoshi to follow a long-haired second year by the name of Shishido Ryou.
It was a Tuesday the day he met Mukahi Gakuto. He was picking up balls at the end of practice when someone hit a ball straight into the basket he was using. He whipped his head to face a short second year with burgundy hair cut into a page boy hair cut. He had a grin on his face that screamed that he was up to no good.
“Your name is Hiyoshi Wakashi, right? I had to ask Ohtori for your name.”
“What do you want?”
“Nothing. Geez, defensive aren’t we?” The red-head laughed. “I was just watching you at practice and you looked interesting. You don’t seem to like Atobe too much.”
“I don’t have anything personal against him,” Hiyoshi explained. “He’s just an obstacle in my way to the top.”
The older boy chuckled. “You’re so weird. I like you. My name’s Gakuto. Mukahi Gakuto.”
After that day, Gakuto would approach Hiyoshi after practice and the two would talk for sometimes hours. They would never talk about anything important, just this and that. Soon Hiyoshi would look forward to the end of practice. His heart would race the entire time he was talking to Gakuto. Before he knew it, Hiyoshi had fallen in love with the acrobatic tennis player.
That all changed the day Oshitari Yuushi transferred into Hyoutei. Gakuto became smitten with the so-called Tensai and even started playing doubles with him. He stopped coming to talk to Hiyoshi after practice and the freshman knew that Gakuto had all but forgotten that he even existed. It broke Hiyoshi’s heart.
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate the bespectacled tennis player. He intrigued Hiyoshi as Gakuto had. He was the same social class as everyone else in Hyoutei, but he had a way of carrying himself that could help him blend in anywhere. Hiyoshi couldn’t deny the fact that the Tensai was attractive, and soon he started having strange dreams involving Oshitari, Gakuto, and himself. It scared him to death to have those dreams, and he tried to focus solely on Tennis and his school work.
He stopped having those dreams, but every time he see Oshitari or Gakuto, his heart would start to race. He had never wanted to die so much as the times when those dirty thoughts would surface back up. At one time, he had actually thought about killing himself, but he didn’t want to do that to his parents, and Ohtori, who, from time to time, showed his concern for the Enbu tennis player. He pushed the dark thoughts to the back of his head, and returned to focusing on his main objective: usurping the people above him.
It was a tough first year for Hiyoshi, but he decided that even though he didn’t like it at Hyoutei he would work his hardest to climb the ranks and be successful there. He longed to become close to Gakuto again, or to get over him, whichever happened first. He had his eye on the Captain title, and knew that to get that he would have to face Atobe to get it. He was facing the beginning of his second year with clear goals in mind. Become a regular, defeat Atobe, earn the singles one spot. He had no way of knowing then that he would get close to not only Gakuto and Oshitari, but the rest of their team, gain a love for playing doubles, and gain Atobe’s trust and respect. He had no way of knowing that his first year would pale in comparison to his second year.
And because it was too big to become my icon...another gif
Hyoutei Gakuen. The minute he walked onto the campus he wanted to turn and run. His family was well-off and he wasn’t trying to make off that they weren’t, but these kids drove him crazy. No sense of honor, no sense of duty. Most of them were kids of big business owners, and didn’t have to work hard to get whatever they wanted. His family lived humbly, even below their means. He liked the simplicity of his life, and wished his parents hadn’t sent him here. The only advantage he could see was that this was good training in the art of advancing forward. In the art of “gekokujou”.
Hiyoshi Wakashi stared at the bare room he would be calling home for this school year. He immediately missed his room back home. This room, even though it was a dorm room, was huge in comparison to his room back home. His room back home was a smaller, more comfortable space, with scrolls of ancient sayings hanging on his walls, his futon (not a Western bed, like his dorm), and his book shelf, which was packed with novels of horror and mystery. All of the kids he had met at functions with his parents thought his love of horror and mystery was weird and creepy. The kids at his public school, however, thought nothing of it, and he even had a few friends he discussed the books with.
It took him until year 3 of primary school to get used to the children, and make any friends. His first day at Hyoutei made him fear that he would never get used to it here. After introducing themselves to the class that day, the teacher had allowed them a whole lecture period to talk and get to make new acquaintances.
During that time, Hiyoshi found himself sitting in the back, reading one of his favorite books. Not one person bothered to talk to him. The entire time, a heaviness laid at the bottom of his stomach. Secretly he had at least wanted one person to approach him. Most of the kids here had attended Hyoutei’s primary school together, and knew each other. He was, really , the only new kid present in the class. He knew that he would have to be the one to initiate any sort of interaction between him and the other students, but he knew they wouldn’t accept him. No mattered how distinguished his family was, he had come from common schooling, and that was enough to make him an oddball.
Hyoutei’s tennis club was the only silver lining in this whole situation. The system it worked on intrigued Hiyoshi to no end. Only the best were able to make it the rank of Regular The minute you showed weakness and lost, you were kicked off the regulars with no chance of making it back on. With over 200 members, it was a fiercely competitive club. One that made Hiyoshi a tiny bit glad that his parents enrolled him in this school. Making his way through the ranks of this club was good practice for his real battle that he would eventually have with his older brother to decide who would lead the family dojo. He couldn't help but notice, however, that some of the people in the tennis club were quite eccentric. Especially the club’s Vice Captain, Atobe Keigo. Hiyoshi knew two things right away when he saw Atobe. The first was that the boy was strong, and was definitely a shoe-in for the rank of Captain. The second was that he absolutely despised the pompous asshole.
He was lonely at times. His roommate didn’t want to get to know him, and his teammates weren’t too fond of his “take no prisoners” attitude. However, within the first month of school, he managed to make friends with another freshman named Ohtori Choutarou. The overly kind, overly polite boy had introduced himself and had asked Hiyoshi if he would like to rally with him. Hiyoshi couldn’t help but smile and accept Ohtori’s offer. They became fast friends because Ohtori seemed to understand Hiyoshi’s anti-social behavior. There were times, though, that the kind, tall, awkward boy would abandon Hiyoshi to follow a long-haired second year by the name of Shishido Ryou.
It was a Tuesday the day he met Mukahi Gakuto. He was picking up balls at the end of practice when someone hit a ball straight into the basket he was using. He whipped his head to face a short second year with burgundy hair cut into a page boy hair cut. He had a grin on his face that screamed that he was up to no good.
“Your name is Hiyoshi Wakashi, right? I had to ask Ohtori for your name.”
“What do you want?”
“Nothing. Geez, defensive aren’t we?” The red-head laughed. “I was just watching you at practice and you looked interesting. You don’t seem to like Atobe too much.”
“I don’t have anything personal against him,” Hiyoshi explained. “He’s just an obstacle in my way to the top.”
The older boy chuckled. “You’re so weird. I like you. My name’s Gakuto. Mukahi Gakuto.”
After that day, Gakuto would approach Hiyoshi after practice and the two would talk for sometimes hours. They would never talk about anything important, just this and that. Soon Hiyoshi would look forward to the end of practice. His heart would race the entire time he was talking to Gakuto. Before he knew it, Hiyoshi had fallen in love with the acrobatic tennis player.
That all changed the day Oshitari Yuushi transferred into Hyoutei. Gakuto became smitten with the so-called Tensai and even started playing doubles with him. He stopped coming to talk to Hiyoshi after practice and the freshman knew that Gakuto had all but forgotten that he even existed. It broke Hiyoshi’s heart.
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate the bespectacled tennis player. He intrigued Hiyoshi as Gakuto had. He was the same social class as everyone else in Hyoutei, but he had a way of carrying himself that could help him blend in anywhere. Hiyoshi couldn’t deny the fact that the Tensai was attractive, and soon he started having strange dreams involving Oshitari, Gakuto, and himself. It scared him to death to have those dreams, and he tried to focus solely on Tennis and his school work.
He stopped having those dreams, but every time he see Oshitari or Gakuto, his heart would start to race. He had never wanted to die so much as the times when those dirty thoughts would surface back up. At one time, he had actually thought about killing himself, but he didn’t want to do that to his parents, and Ohtori, who, from time to time, showed his concern for the Enbu tennis player. He pushed the dark thoughts to the back of his head, and returned to focusing on his main objective: usurping the people above him.
It was a tough first year for Hiyoshi, but he decided that even though he didn’t like it at Hyoutei he would work his hardest to climb the ranks and be successful there. He longed to become close to Gakuto again, or to get over him, whichever happened first. He had his eye on the Captain title, and knew that to get that he would have to face Atobe to get it. He was facing the beginning of his second year with clear goals in mind. Become a regular, defeat Atobe, earn the singles one spot. He had no way of knowing then that he would get close to not only Gakuto and Oshitari, but the rest of their team, gain a love for playing doubles, and gain Atobe’s trust and respect. He had no way of knowing that his first year would pale in comparison to his second year.
And because it was too big to become my icon...another gif
