Characters: all-Seigaku, Nanjiroh-ex-machina?
Summary: Nanjiroh gives Ryoma a present. Because he's a good father like that. (~300 words)
Ryoma gasps as they fall out of his bag and onto the tennis court. The whole team turns and looks at him. Inui raises an eyebrows and reaches for his pencil.
"Ochibi!" Kikumaru calls, dashing over and picking one of the packets up off the ground. There's a strange grin plastered on his face as he slings his arm around Ryoma's neck. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Momo emerges from the clubroom with Kaidoh in tow and Kikumaru immediately waves him over. "Look! Look!" he calls, waving the condom in the air. "Look what Ochibi has!" Tezuka looks like he has gone into shock and Fuji giggles into his hand. Inui continues to scribble furiously. A mortified Oishi seems to be hiding behind one of the tennis ball baskets. Kaidoh just hisses and reaches up to re-tie his bandana.
Momo rushes over and his eyes go wide. "Echizen!" he exclaims, obviously impressed. He takes the packet and turns it over in his hands, as though admiring a treasure. Ryoma winces as Momo flicks the brim of his hat and asks, "Who's the lucky girl?"
Ryoma picks up his racket and swings it over his shoulder, wondering when practice will start.
"Details, Ochibi!!" Kikumaru chimes. Kawamura and Horio seem to have caught on and now look visibly uncomfortable. Tezuka looks like he's going to die.
Ryoma looks at the wrapper: "Maximum Pleasure," it reads. Oh, he thinks, understanding. Ew.
He pulls down his cap. "Che. Those aren't mine," he says, untangling himself from Kikumaru's grip. Everyone on the court relaxes noticeably and when Tezuka finds his voice again, he tells everyone to start running laps.
Ryoma looks down at the plastic wrappers and sighs. He really hates his father.