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[athyrabunlord]

“30. “I’m fine.”” [Prompt List] (closed)

A/N: Again I’m going out of the order with the asks XD;;; Also, sorry @maxwell-kill10 only one prompt per ask so I’m going with the DiaRiko one (and #42 was already used even though I haven’t written it OTL) A/N2: I had a different idea in mind but, after SIF’s latest story (Chapter 17 part 3), I just gotta write about Dia vs Riko’s table tennis XD. There are references to S2ep4 too. The humor in this could be considered crack, iono  ┐(￣∀￣)┌ Words: 1,314

“This isn’t over yet… not yet-!”

“Bring me your best!”

One pair of eyes, the amber hue burning like magma, blazes even more so upon the proclamation. Letting out a fierce yell, Riko strikes the tiny orange ball with all her might and sends it across the table!

The other pair of eyes, the emerald hue shimmering vividly like a kaleidoscope, flashes with determination even as the ball flies at her at a frightening speed. Letting out a battle cry, Dia hits the poor ball dead center with her paddle.

The ball sails over the net and lands at exactly the corner of the table, forcing Riko to backhand and thus making her shot feeble and too high.

Smirking, Dia ends the game with a powerful smash!

“No!” Riko growls, barely reining in her frustration to not chuck the paddle onto the floor. She wipes at the sweat trickling down her forehead, scowling at Dia’s smug voice.

“We are even once more, Riko-san. Shall we make it best out of three?”

“Wasn’t it best out of three hours ago? How many games have we played anyway?”  

Dia quirks an eyebrow. “Are you saying that you are tired?”

Riko twitches. “I’m fine. You’re the one who looks worn out, Dia-san.”

Indeed, the older girl’s hair is in complete disarray. At least Riko had the sense to tie back her hair in a ponytail, although the different hairstyle causes an indiscernible sensation that affects her concentration. No, she is not making excuses.

“I, Kurosawa Dia, look worn out? Preposterous. That is merely the glorious sheen of a victor.”

Riko rolls her eyes and passes a towel to Dia anyway. “No, you’re not. We've tied again, remember? How about a sudden death match? Whoever wins the next round, wins the match.”

“Very well. It is getting rather late,” Dia pauses in dabbing at her brow. “I have to say, I am quite surprised. I did not know you were this competitive, Riko-san.”

At this, Riko sheepishly averts her gaze but is unable to defend herself. While she does hold pride in her own ability, she usually does not care for wins and losses in simple games. As long as things aren’t chaotic and still within control, she doesn’t mind what the outcome is.

She certainly isn’t as gung-ho about table tennis like Chika and Kanan are (yikes, their match was terrifying to spectate). If she had been able to play against them, she would not mind losing due to how truly passionate they are about this game. The same can be said for You, who was excited like her childhood friends but also prioritized having fun over achieving victories.

Ruby… well, she ended up owning everyone, much to everyone’s surprise, especially her sister’s.

Therefore, technically speaking, Riko considers her true loss to be against Dia. She knows the student council president is Competitive with a capital C, and for some reason losing to Dia irks her to no end. It’s like an incessant itch you can’t scratch.

For the sake of getting a good night’s sleep, she vows to defeat Dia in another match when there’s no audience to distract her and so, here they are.

“W-what’s so funny?” Riko is a tad miffed when Dia suddenly begins chuckling. She becomes even more flustered as Dia simply smiles and gives her this gentle, almost maternal gaze. It makes her feel rather vulnerable somehow, and that bewilders her.

“Nothing. Since you have the ball, please go ahead and serve.”

“Okay…” Frowning, Riko shakes off the odd thought and prepares herself. Her serve is sharp and fast, though Dia easily returns the rally with a flick of her paddle.

After a bit of straight-forward back and forth, they begin to put more force as well as more thought behind each strike, continuously searching for the opportunity to end this match.

Already, Riko has a few close calls, so she inwardly thanks all that school idol training in honing her reflex time. Even then, she’s getting tired and is breathing raggedly. Dia, on the other hand, doesn’t appear to be out of breath. It must be the side effect of growing up with Kanan and Mari, that her stamina has also built up over the years.

This is never-ending… I’ll be the first to slip up! Riko bites her lip and debates whether if she should use her last resort. Mini images of Yoshiko, one angel and one fallen angel, argue for a moment before the fallen angel shoves the angel aside and makes a dramatic pose.

Go forth, Lily! Go with your heart!

Nodding, Riko takes in a deep breath and calls out. “Dia-chan!”

She honestly hasn’t expected such a big impact on her opponent. Dia freezes in mid-motion, causing the ball to smack her in the forehead.

“Pigyah!”

“Dia-san!”

Worried and feeling guilty, Riko hurries to the older girl, who is leaned over the table with a hand covering the injured area. Lightweight or not, it still stings to be hit by something traveling in high speed.

Dia waves off Riko’s apology and mutters. “...you changed back.”

“Change what?”

“How you called me. You changed it back to Dia-san.”

“But I’ve always called you Dia-san?”

At this, Dia’s ears seem to redden while her expression is blocked by her hand. “...I suppose you have. Even though everyone has changed since that day at the marine park, you still revert to the old ways.”

“Oh. Out of habit I guess,” Riko is at a loss for words. She doesn’t speak to Dia much and when they do, it is often done without referring to each other’s name. She thought that having the others call her ‘Dia-chan’ is enough already. They have always been Riko-san and Dia-san, so that’s fine right?

Shaking her head, Dia straightens and gazes at the shorter girl with a stern expression. “I would like you to call me that too. It shortens the kouhai-senpai distance, see, and if I had gotten used to it, I would not have been so surprised just now.”

Riko has to cover her mouth or else she would have burst into giggles. In spite of Dia’s firm voice, her flushed cheeks totally give her away. Like that day at the marine park, she still finds this side of Dia to be very cute. Before, it had only been brief and she was too confused to appreciate this refreshing change.

Now, she is filled with the urge to tease the kaichou even more.

“Dia-chan~”

Dia narrows her eyes, though the small curve at the corner of her mouth is telling enough. “Good, start practicing until you call me that naturally.”

Riko feels like she’s winning. The fact that there was no winner in their table tennis match has long left her mind. She gives Dia a playful salute similar to how You tends to do. “Oh I will, Dia-chan~”

Harrumphing, Dia closes their distance until they are mere centimeters apart. Ah, this is it, the ‘intimidation’ technique Chika had mentioned. Perhaps being around Chika and, to an extent, Mari, has rubbed off on her, for she has no problem with such proximity.

“What’s the matter, Dia-chan?”

Riko’s heart skips a beat when Dia leans down near her ear and whispers. “I think it is getting quite late. We should go to bed, Riko.”

She doesn’t even notice Dia smirking and sauntering away. Her mind replays the situation just now, the husky voice, the heated breath, and the alluring smile.

Alright, she had completely and utterly lost.

Or did she?

#maxwell-kill10 #diariko #prompt list bliplet #ah i had fun writing this X'D #\\diariko// is just so much fun *lies down on the floor #hilarious af SIF ch17 tho lololol #the diariko interaction so brief but it was enough for me #no need to put them under a microscope #:'D I have something to go by