U-17 camp is the perfect venue for ogling. Oshitari can't help it. While primarily a connoisseur of the female form and all its perks, he can't deny that quite a few of the players around him are incredibly easy on the eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Atobe asks, coming to stand next to him at the top of the stands. He doesn't lean on the rails like Oshitari does, too proper for slouching.
"A little of this, a little of that," he replies nonchalantly, cautioning a glance at his friend and captain.
"I should have been more specific." It isn't an apology. Oshitari knows better. "Who are you looking at?"
Nor is it jealously, but ever since Tezuka left, Atobe has been a bit touchy. Oshitari stands to his full height and turns around, resting his elbows on the bars.
"Yukimura, Shiraishi, Tokugawa, Sanada, Tanegashima, Oni, Yagyuu… shall I keep going Keigo or does that satisfy your curiosity?"
"Why what? They are all fairly attractive. I am merely admiring their beauty." Oshitari gives him a faint smirk. "Yukimura and Shiraishi remind me of Tezuka. Wouldn't you agree?"
If Atobe wasn't normally so in control of himself, Oshitari could swear that a less-than-pleasant sound tries to escape the teen's mouth. He can't decipher the noise, caught somewhere between a sigh and annoyance.
"They aren't. There is nothing about either one that can compare."
"Shiraishi is left handed."
"Tezuka is ambidextrous. Your point?"
"He's quite flexible… if you get what I mean." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"How would you know such a thing?"
"Kenya," Oshitari says as if it's completely obvious.
"Oh yes, your degenerative cousin who cavorts with his captain. How positively quaint," he says snidely.
Oshitari raises an eyebrow. "Would you like to play a game? Non-tennis related since we have shuffle matches in a bit."
"Will there be a victor?"
"What are the rules?"
"You look at the masses," he says, turning to face them. "And try to determine which ones are dating."
"That's simple," Atobe says. "For example, Yukimura's man-beast harbors lust for the fragile flower, the redheaded monkey likes Tezuka's first year, and I have already mentioned your cousin. Higa is practically tripping over themselves for that badly-coiffed captain."
Well, he had to give him some points for those. "How about you try lesser known entities?"
Atobe sighs. "If we must. Tokugawa and Echizen, Oni and Momoshiro, Chitose and Tachibana, the high-pitched Yamabuki first year and the one who smokes," he rattles off.
"I didn't even think about Oni," Oshitari admits. "Dan just admires Akutsu. Are you suggesting Tokugawa and Echizen purely because the former reminds you of Tezuka?"
"Sure he doesn't and no. Echizen probably thinks that though."
"Ah. I think Yukimura knows that Sanada likes him, but wants to see if he'll snap and out himself before responding, so he's trying to help Shiraishi with his crush in the meantime."
This time Oshitari doesn't miss the brief flash of something in Atobe's eyes. "That was a boring game, Yuushi," he says simply.
"But this one will be better."
Sanada comes up the stands, giving them a curt nod of acknowledgement.
"You know, Sanada-kun, Yukimura-kun would be more willing to date you if he wasn't so unsure of how you felt about him."
The Rikkai fukubuchou pauses, turning his head towards Oshitari slightly. He stands up to his full height and glares at the Hyoutei duo.
"What does that have to do with tennis?" he asks sharply, the beginnings of black energy coming off of him.
"Nothing. Forget I said anything, Sanada-kun. Have a good weight training session."
"Idiot," Atobe says when Sanada is out of earshot. "Were you trying to get yourself maimed? I happen to have use for you. Don't start picking fights with gorillas who can snap you in two."
"I'll remember that in the future," Oshitari says as Akutsu walks by. He pointedly avoids eye contact so that he doesn't say anything.
Oshitari blinks at him. "Perhaps we can discuss your love life or lack thereof."
"That topic is not on the table for discussion."
"May I assume that your courtship of Tezuka fizzled out before you were able to actually say anything?"
"How many times have I told you to stop talking so much?"
Atobe receives a smirk in reply.
"Hey Echizen. Is anything going on between you and Tezuka?" Oshitari asks, leaning over the rail to get the first years' attention before he gets too out of ear shot.
"Che. Buchou is buchou," Echizen says and jogs down the stairs to meet Kaidoh.
"Does that answer your question, Yuushi?"
"Not in the slightest. In any case, I'll admit he has nice taste in potential boyfriends. He's much too young right now."
"I can't believe you're-- Actually, I can believe you're thinking about it."
Oshitari shrugs. "Hey Kenya, my buchou's hotter than your buchou."
"What was that?" The speedster rushes up the stairs to confront his slightly older cousin. "Say that again."
Slinking an arm around Atobe's shoulders, Oshtiari repeats his statement. At any other venue, Atobe would be flattered, but soon the cousins start going back and forth, Oshitari slipping quickly into rapid-fire Kansai-ben. He finds himself lost.
"Yuushi, just admit you find Shiraishi hot and end this frivolous conversation," he orders, unhinging himself from his friend.
The comment stops them both and they turn to look at him then at each other.
"You cannot deny that he has a certain je ne sais quoi about him."
"No fancy languages!" Kenya shouts.
"It means there is something about your erstwhile captain that has stumped your love-obsessed cousin. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an opponent on court two."
Oshitari gives him a light wave then turns back to Kenya. "So, you and Zaizen-kun, hmm?"