...as tap at a plug in his ear although he sees poor denizens of this slum do so as they scurry past. The implant automatically turns on when Niou tilts his head slightly to the left. "Is it done?" Sanada's voice, gruff and dangerous and deadly, the voice of a man confined against his will. Niou smirks as he strolls down the brightly lit street. The whores know better than to ply their trade at him...

Happy Birthday, Sanada! Try not to grow more gray hair hmm? Your present should have been delivered to you. I hope you like it. [OOC: Strikes are heavily crossed out; His present is a new kendo outfit]

... All I ever wanted was for him to keep playing tennis. That is all ): わがままで負けず嫌い。 Jesus, jesus, this is the hottest panel of him in the series ever . Possibly my OTP to end all OTPs. Sanada will always take good care of Yukimura, no matter what. Yukimura will always be free to do whatever he wants, but he will always come back to Sanada, his anchor, his touchstone. Victory above...

Niou stretched out on Sanada's bed, watching the other teenager study. Niou was shirtless, his pants unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips, the pant legs rolled up to his knees. The little space heater in Sanada's room rotated, warm heat blowing through the room. Niou flopped onto his back and raised his arms above his head, stretching and raising his body off the bed. Surreptitiously Niou glanced...

There is a photograph of a place in this book where I want Sanada to propose to Yukimura at.

Niou tugged at Sanada's hair, pulling the taller man down into a heated kiss. They played tonsil tennis for a minute, their tongues taking the place of volleys and serves and fuurinkazan. Niou's tongue even impersonated Yagyuu's as it battled Sanada's tongue. Then Niou tugged Sanada's head away, his hand sliding down Sanada's body to fish around in Sanada's uniform pants. Both of their Rikkai blazers...

...did it really well!” “Marui is a hack.” Niou glanced at the other end of the courts where Marui was playing against Jackal. Or, pretending to play. Marui flipped him off instead of serving. “MARUI!” Sanada roared from right behind Niou. Niou twitched, his hair ruffled by the force of Sanada’s shout. Looking over his shoulder Niou smirked. “Vice-captain! How’s life?” Sanada glowered from underneath...

"Hmmmm." Yanagi and Sanada rubbed against each other, the soft cloth of their Rikkai jersey's making a faint slightly zippery sound, or maybe faintly snake-like rustling. It was hard to describe. Whatever the sound was, it was distracting, almost as distracting as the popping noise made when Sanada's hat brim bumped and bent against Renji's head, and was then straightened up on the next pass. ...

Resulting from this. I swear I'll get over it. ... someday. Hiroshi, I love you~ ((OOC: Feel free to note what he's listening to~))

I've become a casualty of Sanada's stupidity.  Lucky me~ Hiroshi, I'll be stopping by.  The band-aids aren't cutting it. Oh look, I made a pun.  ... hoo boy. ((OOC: The injury is mild.  Probably just a tiny cut on the forearm but long and he's trying to stopper it up with those mini band-aids for children.))