Sanada Genichirou (strikeofnature) wrote in shitenhouji, @ 2011-01-25 01:15:00 |
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[Log] Atobe and Sanada
Who: Tangooooo Atobe Keigo and Sanada Genichirou
Where: The streets of Kanagawa, then Sanada's home
When Er... today?
What: Atobe takes an interest, and Sanada is a dork
Rating: PG
Comments: Slowly but surely, it'll build XD then KERPOW!
The day was bleak at best, as Sanada walked the streets. Slush laid on the ground from the previous night's snow fall, and foot traffic during the day made it into something the Fukubuchou would rather not have to step through. It got into his shoes and made his socks wet, which in turn made him frown.
Tugging his tennis bag higher on his shoulder, he made a turn for one of the stores that lined the streets. His aim was to get out of the biting cold, as well as what he'd taken the long way home for - his racket needed restringing.
Rather than heading straight home from school, Atobe had ordered his driver to take a detour. It was more so he could relax for a short while before heading home to deal with his mother and father than anything, but also so he could actually think. In fact, he'd taken his time to sprawl out across the seat, hand in his hair as he just listened to the busy traffic of Tokyo on the outside. He kept his gaze on the far window, noting when the limosine driver slowed to turn corners or to stop for red lights. It was possible even the driver knew him better than he thought though, as they'd already headed into another area of the city.
His area.
Atobe had to double take when he saw Sanada walking along the street before he turned into a store. Tennis store, typical. "Stop the car." His voice was swift, but still had a hint of that cocky drawl to it as he leaned forward to grab what he would need out of his own bag. Luckily, he'd brought his coat along with him, otherwise this would have ended badly. "I'm getting out here, I'll give you a call for when I need picking up, ahn?"
Inside the store, Sanada wiped his feet on the entrance way carpet. It would be impolite to track mud into the store, especially when the elderly man behind the counter treated him well every time he came in. In fact, he spared a small smile when he waved the tall teen in closer, demanding for his racket.
"Aah, broken again? You either practice too much, or the balls hit too hard, Gen-chan." The man chuckled. "Lets see the damage."
The teen in question gave a soft hum as a response as he dug the broken racket out of his tennis bag and handed it to the man. "The team has to make it to nationals." He said softly, an answer typical to Sanada Genichirou. Rikkai had to do Yukimura proud.
Checking his wrist watch Atobe impatiently glanced out of the window. True, he had no idea what Sanada had gone into the store for, but waiting was something that he just didn't do. People waited for him, not the other way around. After five minutes though, he opened the door for the car, ignoring the beeping that had started up around them and stepped outside. The slam of the car door sounded after, before Atobe stepped onto the pavement. He dusted himself down and put his phone in his pocket, wallet in the other then just kept his hands in his pockets.
The limosine set off from behind him as he stepped forward to rest next to the wall. While being in the centre of attention was something he always craved, he wasn't an idiot, a rich kid out on their own was never a good thing in the less than busy areas of Tokyo. That and he actually wanted to be a surprise Sanada.
After a grand total of ten minutes inside the store, the Fukubuchou was already ready to go back out into the cold again. Not because he wanted to, but because Katsuda-san was nothing short of skilled. He didn't bother to check the quality of the stringing, as he put his tennis racket back into his bag, and his wallet out to pay the man. Then, he was soon sent on his way, where he shivered upon reentering the cold.
Actually, Sanada sighed softly with a little aggravation as he brought his coat closer to himself. Damnit, for living in an area where there was winter. The best option was to get home as fast as his legs could carry him, so he could sit in his kitchen with a nice cup of warm green tea.
"Hn..." That sounded lovely. In fact, it made him turn away from the wall Atobe was, not noticing the other teen at all as he started his way home.
After he'd waited five minutes in the freezing cold, Atobe had expected Sanada to at least notice he was there. Instead, there was one of his stupid noncommital noises and his back walking away. His eye twitched, before he smoothed his expression out, painting his usual self-satisfied smirk on his face. "Sanada." He only said his name though, loud enough to hear it, but quiet enough so it wouldn't sound too sharp. That and it was cold, he didn't want to yell it and his teeth chatter or something. He couldn't look anything less than perfect, after all.
He stepped away from the wall though, and resisted the urge to glare at him for not being noticed, instead keeping that look on his face. If he was correct, Sanada was going to be surprised to see him there. Quite possibly irritated too, but he could easily ignore that.
Much like water left outside too long, Sanada froze when he heard Atobe's voice. It was the least expected sound he'd heard all day, and the least expected person he'd even thought to run into. Saying that, though, Sanada didn't expect much, either. The stoic teen squared his shoulders and sighed in annoyance.
"...Atobe." He turned slightly to address the heir of the Atobe legacy. His own expression was nothing short of his normal one as he took him in. Atobe looked the same as always with his ego roaring around his head, fancy coat, and good looks. Sanada immediately got uncomfortable at his observations, but didn't dare give Atobe the satisfaction of his looking away. "Adopting the life of a creeper now?"
There was some satisfaction in seeing Sanada freeze in his place, tense up and even the sigh of annoyance was actually welcomed. Of course, with Sanada's back to him the other would have missed Atobe's quick glance over - though he was telling himself it was to check he was still alright more than anything. For matches sake, and all.
"Hardly," one of his hands slipped out of his pocket for him to wave that off, fingers sliding through his hair soon after. "Don't flatter yourself," the smirk on his lips widened. "Ore-sama was merely taking a drive when you walked into the store." Not like he needed to explain himself, but there was something about Sanada thinking he was actually stalking him that made him feel a little uncomfortable too. "And decided that a walk wouldn't hurt, ahn?" He actually clicked his fingers then. "So shall we?" He offered no explanation for that part though, and it was likely Sanada wouldn't get one, especially as he shoved his hand back into his pocket and walked past him, brushing his shoulder against Sanada's on the way.
Well damn. If he knew Atobe was outside waiting for him, Sanada was sure he would have gotten some satisfaction out of making him stand outside in the cold a little longer than necessary. Of course, he didn't say this aloud. It probably would have gone without having to say it, anyway. Instead, he grumbled under his breath when Atobe's shoulder hit his own.
"What makes you think I want to walk with you?" He asked, falling into stride anyway. Sanada fooled himself into the reasoning that he just wanted to know why Atobe wanted to walk with him. Deep down - very deep down - he knew why he really did follow him.
The reality was that Atobe had only waited half the time in the cold really, precisely why he'd stayed in the limosine for as long as he could. It didn't mean he was pleased about waiting though. Especially for Sanada. He'd merely decided to do this becau- Nevermind. "You already are, aren't you?" Atobe actually had the nerve to laugh under his breath at that.
He let his hands slide out again though and tugged his collar up a little, glad he'd picked out Armani's Winter Collection coat this year. It was nice and long, and the collar actually stayed up and looked fashionable. Ever insightful about these things, he was. It didn't mean he wasn't far too cold though, this was precisely why he had a driver to begin with.
Plus, as weird as it sounded, he actually planned on following Sanada back to his house, just to see where he was. Maybe he was starting to be a little bit of a creeper? He denied it entirely of course, though.
Unfortunately for Atobe, Sanada was never going to let the other teen know where he lived. Unless he got too tired of being in the cold, and... felt the need to invite him in. That wasn't likely to happen, though. Especially letting Atobe know where he even lived.
"You're going my way." Sanada replied, voice holding just a hint of deadpan to it. Not much, but enough for Atobe to get the idea that it was a stupid accusation to say he was willingly walking with him.
Reaching up, the vice captain lowered the bill of his hat over his eyes a little more. If anything, this was to hide the fact that he was looking at Atobe out of the corner of his eye. The question did present itself, then, and he gave a soft huffing sound that could either be construed as annoyance or amusement. Then, he shoved his hand into his pocket and turned his attention back to the street so he didn't make a fool of himself. "Why are you here, anyway? You're not the walking home type."
Without missing much of a beat (enough though, because Atobe Keigo was not eager) Atobe glanced away to try and record the area to memory. "Because you're going your way, obviously." He drawled it out though, and punctuated it with an amused look. He had said he spotted the other and decided to walk, hadn't he? "There isn't much else to it."
If he was any less of a person, he might have made a silly noise like Sanada had, instead he just huddled into his coat even more while trying to look like he wasn't. Complicated, that.
He paused then, staying actually quiet for a moment. "Though honestly, it would have been better if I just had the driver take us."
Ah, so Atobe's mission was to find out where he lived? What exactly was the purpose of that? It made the stoic teen feel a bit awkward, which didn't make much of a visible difference. Well, aside from his hand tightening it's hold on his tennis bag. Which he quickly stowed away in his coat so there really were no visible signs any longer.
"Why don't you just ask." That was, in all likelihood, a waste of breath, though. It wasn't as if Sanada Genichirou was going to invite Atobe Keigo home for cookies and milk, even if he'd had the gal to ask. Actually, it probably would have boiled down to what the teen was doing now.
Hopefully Atobe didn't have too much hair gel clogging his brain from getting the hint. He wasn't implying that Atobe should call his driver.
Atobe's eyes closed at that, even as he side stepped a lamp post. "You wouldn't have told me anyway, na?" He glanced at him then, expression pretty much saying 'obviously'. Atobe wasn't that much of an idiot, Sanada. He was just self centered, there was a huge difference there. His voice turned a little snide then, just because of the waste of time that comment cost. "So I'm left in your pleasurable company, Sanada." In fact, his voice went dry at the end, implying that he didn't want it any more than Sanada did.
Which really made the whole situation bizarre.
Not that Atobe wasn't bizarre anyway, still. There was no proper reason there.
Sanada, dullard that he could sometimes be, didn't honestly see what Atobe could have been hinting there. Even if it wasn't meant to slip out, possibly? He chalked it up to Atobe being odd, though. Mostly because it made no sense to him. If Atobe didn't want to be somewhere, wasn't he more... inclined to leave?
Honestly, it was enough for the stoic teen to want to run his hand through his hair in frustration. He didn't like having to look for answers in someone's contradictions. It was why Sanada generally ignored his teammates banter with each other, because it didn't leave him with a headache by the end of the day.
"Feel free to leave." His own voice came out much more annoyed than it probably should have. Oh well.
Well... the problem was that really he didn't want to be elsewhere, did he? Sort of. So the answer to that was simple really. "That wouldn't help Ore-sama find the answer, would it?" Nevermind what he planned on using the information for. Sanada was going to be stuck anyway though, as even if Atobe was kind of odd. He never gave up either.
Part of the problem though, was that Atobe knew he couldn't get any other reaction out of the other, so annoyance was the only way left to go. Or at least that was his answer to it. In fact, he'd tell him to just ignore him while he was here if he could, but he really didn't want that either. And no, that had nothing to do with him wanting Sanada's attention on him. Just the attention would be nice, thank you.
"Is it a long walk?" He didn't sound all that snide or cocky then though, just merely asked. Probably how he should have done this in the first place.
The odd thing about it all, was that Sanada didn't quite want Atobe there. Nor did he want him to leave. That was, most probably, the reason he felt so frustrated over Atobe's mere presence. Sanada acknowledged the teen for having a great tennis skill, but his attitude and general personality made him want to choke the life from him. Yet... it also made him gravitate toward him.
He let out a small, soundless breath as he closed his eyes for a moment. Sanada Genichirou was not much of a patient man. And he wasn't entirely willing to give in and let Atobe know where he lived, but he also had the feeling that until the other teen knew, he wouldn't actually get rid of him and the frustrated annoyance that he brought with him.
So, he let out a simple, noncommittal reply as he turned down a street into a residential neighborhood.
Oh, no answer then, Sanada? Atobe's eyebrow actually shifted up slightly at that. "Close then, ahn?" The silence had sort of spoken for itself, along with the neighborhood they'd stepped into. It was... charming, really. If you liked small squashed up houses that had no room.
Sanada was probably lucky he was keeping his mouth mostly shut though. Mainly because he didn't want to slip out why he really was there. The idea had come to him in an instant while still in the limosine, it didn't mean he had any reason he could give for it.
He stepped along with him though, actually crossing his arms to try and get extra warmth in the end. Hopefully it would be close now, otherwise he was going freeze to death at this rate. Next time he decided to do something like this, they would be taking the limosine.
The question was, once they got to Sanada's home what exactly did he do with Atobe? He wasn't cruel enough to leave him outside the house, but he didn't exactly want to invite him in, either. Atobe was used to the finer things of life, and while he wasn't embarrassed by his family's more traditional and minimalistic home, he was uncomfortable at having to play host. Not to mention his family and himself were humble people, and Atobe was wearing Armani.
Despite his discomfort level rising, he forced himself to move and walk as natural as he ever did, as he dug his keys out. In which he offered Atobe a half smirk as his only answer. Then, he did the unthinkable.
"...Do you-" Ah, maybe his voice was a little awkward. Damn. Go figure that's the thing that gives him away. "want to wait for your limo inside?" Sanada opened the gate in front of his house. "We have tea." He punctuated the sentiment a little roughly.
Atobe had expected to be left outside though, even if he was struggling to keep his hands warm. The coat didn't really do much for the cold, as much as it was a fashion statement - probably a mistake, but it wasn't as if he spent a lot of time outside anyway. Not in the winter, at least. Considering his... relationship with the other though, it seemed like it would be the only option.
Which was exactly why Sanada was rewarded with an actual surprised expression before Atobe quickly shut it down.
And Atobe Keigo never heard things that weren't said, which only meant- "Tea." He repeated, and cleared his throat for a second, especially as something... uncomfortable and weird came with the whole thing. "Tea would be nice." Luckily the shock had worn off by this point though, because a smirk was already forming and- "Until the driver arrives." Atobe was more than aware that he was on the driver's GPS system though - mobile phone tracking and all. They had probably followed a little behind them anyway, but he could tell them to go around the block a few times...
Uncomfortable and weird were the perfect words to describe this awkwardness. Sanada immediately regretted being nice to Atobe the moment he accepted the offer. Now he had to deal with the other teen for longer than he wanted, and he just didn't... do awkward.
Though it wasn't as if he wasted any time getting to the door and unlocking it. More because he was cold, and wanted to warm up. Which was, also, the other reason why he was nice in the first place, damn him. He tossed his keys back into his pocket and allowed Atobe to step inside his home first, before he took up the rear and soon removed his shoes. He also ignored Atobe as he made his way through the house toward the kitchen, leaving a soft 'have a seat' in his wake.
Well Sanada would be doing awkward now, and considering he was in his house now... Atobe would mind his manners. Especially if Sanada's parents were home. He bent down to untie his laces, taking his shoes off carefully (they were Prada, after all) and tucked them into the side. Only then did he actually move to follow him. He did flip his phone out on the way, having a brisk phone call with the driver. He made it sound like he was asking if it would take thirty minutes --- the reality was he was telling him it would.
Not missing a beat though, he took his time to glance around the place. He would have snorted if it wasn't so unbecoming, just at the decor of the taste. Traditional, very much like Sanada himself really. He did slide into a seat though, posture slightly awkward until he righted himself. The only other house he'd ever been in had been Oshitari's, and even then it was a little more... grand than this one. Still. It was a lot warmer than his own mansion, cosier, he supposed. Not like he'd ever compliment it in such ways. Actually, he didn't comment on it at all, just merely watched Sanada out of the corners of his eyes for as much of his view allowed.
Had Atobe commented on his home, Sanada was sure to have something biting to say in return. But since he heard nothing - not even the smallest hint of wanted conversation - he did nothing but... wait for the water to boil. Which didn't take quite as long as he'd have actually hoped. When the water was ready, he put it into a tea pot with green tea herbs and set it on a try where he'd put two cups. One for Atobe, and one for himself.
As he set the tray on the table, Sanada actually went about performing a small tea ceremony. Or, at least it was similar to one. In the way that he poured the tea into the cup for Atobe, and then for himself as though he were a proper host. Then, he sat down.
"Is there a reason you followed me home, Atobe?" He asked, warming his hands on the sides of his own cup. "We're not friends."
There wasn't all that much to comment on, really. It was small, with the usual Japanesesque objects here and there. Sanada's parents had obviously done well with what they had. There was that. and the fact that Sanada was a lot more interesting (though he couldn't fathom why). Actually, as much as he hated to admit it, the small tea ceremony he seemed to pull off was quite breathtaking, to quote himself from before. He leaned onto his arm and pressed the back of his hand underneath his chin, eyes dropping to the cup in front of himself.
"Ore-sama is aware of that, Sanada." He shifted in the seat, twisting until he could lean back and prop one leg over the other - finally taking the tea gently in both hands to warm them back up.
While some cold weather was tolerable, the feeling of cold hands was not. He never answered the question though.
It was, probably a good thing that Atobe's eyes were trained on the ceremony, because Sanada knew how to pour tea by heart. So, it allowed him to causally glance at Atobe out of the corner of his eye to admire the other teen while he... admired his pouring. Which felt childish to have done.
The question not being answered didn't go unnoticed, and it greatly annoyed the stoic teen enough to give a small, agitated snort. Looking out the window, he remained seated ramrod straight. This made absolutely no sense at all. None of it. And it was giving him the greatest headache he'd felt since meeting Kirihara Akaya, and having to spend time with him on a daily basis.
"Then," Sanada paused, looking back at Atobe with a scowl. "I'm sure you're aware of just how odd it is to have you as a house guest."
It might have felt childish, but the question was if he enjoyed that admiration for a moment there? Especially as it was coming from Atobe of all people. Luckily, Atobe had missed the glance completely and spent a few moments blowing the steam off the cup. "Ore-sama is also aware of that too, Sanada." He did smirk faintly this time. "Though it isn't as though I'm behaving inappropriately, is it?" He drawled the words out, finishing it off with a tiny sip of the tea. Just in case it was too hot.
It was also quite surprising that the tea was actually rather good. For... a probably second rate one, anyway. "The driver won't be too long now though," he closed his eyes as he took another sip. "So you'll be rid of me shortly." No comment came about the tea, but considering Atobe was actually drinking it... Well.
Though whole situation left him thinking though, especially when Sanada made it sound like he'd actually invited him along from the begining - which was far from the case.
The lack of any real answers, and the dancing that Atobe was doing rather irked him more. Whatever his intentions, Sanada wished he would just say them and make it... easier. It honestly left him feeling like he was grasping at straws, and that was something else he didn't do. Feel lost.
However, he was glad that Atobe was at least deigning to drink the tea. Even though it wasn't like he put much effort into it, but it was... intriguing and amusing to see the man partake in something simple for a change. It was also actually kind of alluring, in a way. Especially seeing Atobe's elegance in contrast to his family's old style that must have looked 'poor' to someone like the rich kid in front of him.
"No, you're not." Sanada finally conceded to answering. "It might shock you to know I'm not actually worried if and when you'll leave."
It was more that Atobe just... couldn't answer though. The idea he had in the limosine would definitely be one he'd be doing, but that would involve telling Sanada upfront what he had planned. It wouldn't be a surprise if Sanada was aware he was going to turn up one day and drag him out.
His fingertips barely brushed the edge of the cup though when he held onto it, rather delicately, even.
Sanada was being rather surprising today though, wasn't he? Atobe actually stiffened a little and forced his gaze over to the other. An eyebrow arched slightly, but other than that he'd mostly managed to keep that one down. "Is that so?" While his voice was a drawl as he spoke, it was also soft. Kind of like he was showing his own confusion over why he was there as well. He could have stayed outside and waited the few minutes to be picked up.
Instead he'd taken the invitation.
The corner of Sanada's eyes widened a little at the soft tone of Atobe's voice. It was... an odd and uncharacteristic thing of the other teen. At least in his limited experience. Which was more or less years of competing against each other in the middle school tennis circuit, and random talks here and there. But still, Sanada managed to become enamored with something about Atobe. If it was his tennis style or his desire to be the top, he didn't know.
But not knowing Atobe's intentions was driving him to unparalleled depths of frustration.
He took a sip to calm himself down, and didn't deign to answer the other teen. Instead, he let the taste of the green tea wash over his senses enough that his lips curved just a little, in a small smile.
Ah that was much better -- Sanada being surprised instead of himself. It helped Atobe relax in the foreign environent, at least a little. The quiet gave him a moment to think about how to address the issue at hand, that was to answer the question in a roundabout way before Sanada exploded. His eyes locked onto him, taking in all the different reactions that his body was going through, until his eyes landed on that smile.
Damn.
"Ne, Sanada?" He made his voice as cocky as he could to cover up how weird that was, the fact that he'd stared for a moment. And it wasn't for disbelief. "Would that still be the same if I dropped by again sometime?" He held the cup with one hand, and shifted his hair with the other, letting his head tilt back slightly at the same time. He was testing waters more than anything, even if that awkward uncomfortableness was starting to spread again.
Well, one would hardly blame Atobe for it, right? Sanada Genichirou was a rather fetching young man when he didn't look like a middle aged man with a sour expression. It's okay, Atobe.
Instead of his eyes widening in surprise again, they narrowed in speculation as they took Atobe in. That cocky voice nearly made a shiver run up his spine, though that may have been how Atobe said his name in the first place. Like he almost owned it. But the question... it made his heart race a little more and he couldn't quite fathom why the sudden appearance of someone so annoying would do that.
"I can't say I would slam the door in your face," Sanada replied after a moment, his expression stern. "Especially if you're offering a match."
Of course. Tennis. That was probably why his heart raced. A nice chance to face the captain of Hyoutei. Or so Sanada told himself.
Something that was very true indeed. Though Atobe would never admit it aloud, especially not to said person. So instead he allowed a few breaths to circulate as he shifted in his seat again, crossing the other leg over instead this time. "An improvement, at least." He actually almost flipped his hair then and gave Sanada a wider smirk. "And that could be arranged."
In fact, all Atobe would need to do would be to send his driver to pick Sanada up. It would mean him going to the mansion, but there were tennis courts there. Better than some old and ghetto street court.
He finished his tea and placed the cup back on the table, fingers lingering on the edges for a moment -- almost like it wasn't just a cup, but he was actually caressing something he cared about. It was unconscious too, so Atobe hadn't even paid it a second thought.
Suddenly, with the emergence of tennis as a topic up for discussion, he felt... much less frustrated and definitely more open to conversing with Atobe. As if the awkwardness between them was now almost completely gone. Most certainly, it was a security blanket.
It was also missed by Sanada, though, that Atobe seemed like a woman trying to reel a man in on a short fishing line. Which was, more than likely, probably a good thing. It would keep the awkwardness away. Even if he did notice the way Atobe's fingers caressed the cup. It wasn't enough to make Sanada blush, but it did speed his heart up again as something tugged inside him.
"Then I welcome the challenge." He said after a moment, his lips curving just a little more into a smirk. Which, was gone in an instant as he finally brought the cup of tea to his lips in order to cover it up. Couldn't be too expressive in front of his company, else Atobe might wind up using emotions in his attacks on the court.
As if Atobe needed to use emotions against him on the court though, Sanada's body would tell him everything he needed to know. His eyes did shift to the window for the moment though, as he knew the limosine would be coming in a moment, before they shifted back to the other teen across from him. Sanada might not express his emotions well, but anyone with any senses could notice the passion there when it came to a good game.
It was no wonder he used that to his advantage.
"Thank you for the tea, Sanada." He kept his tone of voice level, even as his lips twitched, as if answering the comment by blocking it with something else. The challenge was appreciated. Unfortunately or fortunately, it was for different reasons entirely though.
Sanada would never say it aloud, but when Atobe wasn't being an annoyance and complete frustration to his mental well-being, he was... tolerable. Likable, if in that pompous way that Atobe seemed to think he was Adonis 2.0.
However, the thanks was met with a noncommittal 'hn' as a response as he set his own finished glass back on the table. It made a small, hollow thunk. He obviously wouldn't say that Atobe was welcomed to it any time, but he wouldn't not say it either. If letting Atobe into his home gained him an unofficial match with the other teen it was more than worth the frustration.
A little awkwardly, he rested his hands in his lap, though a moment later he reached up to finally remove his hat. Which, in all honesty, he probably should have taken off upon entering the home. Whether it was his or not, it was still bad manners. So, he grabbed the bill and set it down on the table, reaching up to brush his hair into a normal position once again. He frowned mildly, eyes glancing back at Atobe with an almost hint of a challenge, as if he was daring the other teen to say anything about his 'ugly hat hair'. "Let me know when to meet up with you. I don't like surprises."
Well, Atobe had expected the hat to stay glued to his head, actually. Though a tiny amused smile did fall into place at the challenge for him to say anything. He didn't, but merely because there were more important issues at hand. "How is Ore-sama supposed to do that, when showing up is the only way to contact you, ahn?" It was a good question, really. And it was totally a way he was using to try and get the other's contact details. Even if they had the journals to use, they would be slower than a phone call or text would ever be.
Now it was just a question of whether Sanada actually realised, and/or would give him them.
Fortunately for Atobe, Sanada was still rather new to the concept of those journals and... forgot about them. More so because it wasn't quite important to even have one, that he didn't remember he did when he could have used it as an excuse. Instead, he looked somewhat perplexed about the situation at hand, and with a small sigh of resignation, his eyes slid over Atobe wearily.
"Give me your phone for a minute." His tone of voice basically brooked no argument, though he honestly didn't think Atobe would argue.
Brilliant. Atobe reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, flipping it open before he handed the gadget across to the other. His wrist arched to hold it out, fingers barely holding onto it but the grip was still tight, showing just how practised he was for tennis, really. And he was stuck trying to not look too pleased with himself over the situation. Quite the challenge for Atobe Keigo, really.
"It should be easy to navigate."
Sanada was not one to be an expert with technology - on the contrary, the first time he'd ever opened his laptop he merely stared at it, trying to will the contraption into working properly. It was, after a while, why his brother had helped him set it up. He was far more used to dealing with them than Genichirou. But he was indeed thankful for Atobe's phone being simplistic enough that it didn't frustrate him. In fact, the only thing he grunted on was where exactly the save button was.
After a few minutes, he'd successfully plugged his own phone number in and called himself using Atobe's phone. Hah. He was smart enough to do that, without being prompted. They should both, in all likelihood, thank Renji for that.
Handing the phone back, he hid a smirk from Atobe and crossed his arms. Almost as if he were satisfied with the task. "No surprises."
Atobe had actually suspected as much, considering how traditional he really seemed to be. It was a wonder he'd even managed a simple task such as that. Saying that, he, himself wasn't perfect with it. He knew how to work his phone and the business software for the Atobe Company but nothing too extravagent... hence that almost disatrous mistake on the journals. He pocketed his phone though, making sure the keypad was properly shut away first.
Then they were interrupted by a beep then though, his signal to leave as the driver had arrived. Slowly, he slid his leg off the other and stood up, pressing both hands into the table. "Ore-sama will make sure to call beforehand," he didn't want to mess up the chances, after all. Then, though, he stepped away from the table, fingers sliding --- in fact almost gliding --- across the surface as he moved away. It wasn't quite intentional, but his voice dipped slightly when he spoke - drawl still in place at the same time. "I'll just let myself out, shall I?"
He didn't hide the smirk on his own face at all though. That, he decided, was fine for Sanada to see.
As Sanada watched his newest... friend - the word was lightly used, rest assured - he couldn't help noticing just how sensual Atobe looked. How alluring. Or how he felt like he'd fallen into some kind of trap the other teen had laid out for him. He honestly wouldn't have noticed that had Atobe's voice not dipped lower, eliciting a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Why did the picture he presented remind Sanada of a playful kitten that looked ready to receive it's saucer of milk?
He would have questioned it all so much more, had he actually wanted a headache. So, much like a lot of things, Sanada pushed reasoning out of his mind as he stood to follow Atobe. He wasn't raised improperly, after all. He could let himself out, but then Sanada would be playing the part of a bad host. And while he didn't actually care, if his parents came home (wherever they seemed to be) and caught him, they would be disappointed.
That was the excuse he gave himself, anyway. Nevermind actually wanting to see Atobe out. So, have your exit spoiled, Atobe. Especially with the soft 'hn', that said Sanada acknowledged that Atobe would be calling sometime. For a... match.
It was everything he'd intended, of course. Though honestly, he'd expected a least some sign Sanada had been affected. He was never one to be dampered by such a thing though, so he merely went along with it, even as the driver beeped for him again. Keeping eye contact for a moment he took one step back before he turned completely to head towards the door, even if he wasn't watching he could feel Sanada following.
Of course, he had to put his shoes on yet.
He paused to lean against the wall after picking the first one up and nudged his coat out of the way, shoulder digging into the surface. It was much easier to keep balanced that way though as he quickly yet expertedly tied his laces back up, doing the same for the other shoe. The only problem was that this time he actually was wobbling a little, even if on the way in he'd managed just fine.
With a backwards glance he opened the door, pausing once he'd stepped outside, even if his hand was still lingering on the handle. "Thank you for the company, Sanada." There was a faint hint of amusment in there though, even as his hand let go and he pivoted on his foot, walking out of the gate --- but not before he gave a slight wave over his shoulder. With a click of his fingers, he was gone.
Crossing his arms in front of himself, he tried to remain looking as impassive as he possibly could. There was a list of things that Sanada didn't do, and apparently it grew even faster around Atobe than he'd ever like it to. The next on the list, was showing that he might be - or could be - interested in someone like Atobe Keigo, the King of Hyoutei Gakuin. An enemy to Rikkaidai Fuzoku Chu, no less.
As he watched the other teen get his shoes on, and even walk out the door to his home, his mind drifted to Seiichi. Whatever was going on with Atobe, Sanada had to keep it from him. He didn't want to be looked on as a traitor, which meant this new found thing had to be tight lipped. Which was, in all likelihood, easier thought than done with his teammates being very perceptive.
He hadn't bothered to answer Atobe for the thanks, and instead only gave him a sound of acknowledgment, because again he couldn't say 'any time'. Instead, he closed the door with a soft sigh and moved to gather his things and go into his room. Homework, he hoped, would keep him from exploding and thinking about what even just happened.
It was frustrating. It was confusing. And it was... nice, in some strange way he couldn't fathom.