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"I don't honestly care if it's a large letter
or a small letter, it just needs to get to Osaka by Tuesday!" Was it honestly so difficult to look at his piece of paper
and see that yes it probably could be fitted into a small envelope and it clearly didn't weight however many kilograms would
put it over the weight limit. You just couldn't get the service these days! He should have taken Atobe's
advice - ask Kabaji to do it - or taken it to the school office and claimed it was tennis club business like Jiroh did when
he wrote to Marui Bunta from Rikkaidai.
"A few minutes here won't make much of a difference, Oshitari-kun," came an
amused voice from behind him. Not many people who knew his name would dare to try and placate him like that, so he was
half expecting to see Seigaku's Fuji when he turned around, not an unfamiliar dark haired boy wearing sunglasses.
"I
don't see how it's any of your business," he snarked back, trying to figure out who the hell this guy was. He did look
older, almost certainly a high school student rather than one Oshitari's own peers.
"It was merely a comment.
If sending a letter is such a trial, you could try email or even telephone. You have such a good voice that it seems
a shame to waste your time writing letters."
Oshitari thanked the gods that he was used to the things that Atobe came
out with because he managed to keep a straight face after even that. He turned back to the hapless shop assistant while
he figured out what to say.
"In a tennis match you don't have the luxury of taking a break, Oshitari-kun, you should
know that."
A tennis player than. He wasn't from Hyotei: even in a club that size Oshitari would at least have
known him by sight. Assuming he had been on a team, that really left Seigaku and Yamabuki as the only real possiblities
given that he was in a post office in that part of Tokyo.
"Strangely enough, this isn't a tennis match."
"I'm
finished. Remember, it's never worth taking out your frustration on someone else when you are the one to blame for your
lack of preparation," the stranger said, words serious even though his mouth was slightly quirked. Tezuka half-smiled
like that sometimes; maybe it was a Seigaku thing. "Good luck in your match on Saturday: it should be intersting to
see Hyotei match up against Fudomine again."
He handed Oshitari a slip of paper he'd just finished writing on and
walked out, nodding politely at the other customers as he went. Oshitari stared after him, then looked at the paper
in disbelief.
Should you decide email is the way to go:
yamatoyuudai@yahoo.co.jpHe took back anything he'd ever said about Seigaku being pushovers.
Seigaku's previous captain had just flirted with him whilst delivering a rather scathing rebuke. He'd had style.
Who knew, he might even keep the email.
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