"Korean"

'Soulmate Bond Talking'

"English"

"Seems like Hyotei has arrived first."

I look to Syuusuke who is sitting on my left, his fingers rubbing his name on my bicep as we both peer out the window as the bus is parking in the nearly empty lot. I snort at my older mate's words, "What tipped you off, the two limos with the Hyotei crest on it?"

Syuusuke pinches my side, making me elbow the window as I try to jerk away from, making Momoshiro and Ryoma snicker behind us, "Don't sass me."

I glare over my shoulder at the idiot duo, my eyes narrowed, "I am one of the supervisors for this camp and I won't hesitate to make you two suffer when given the chance."

That shuts them up almost immediately and Kaidoh snorts loudly at our display.

"Alright kids! Get off the bus!" Ryuuzaki-sensei yells as soon as the bus stops, "Don't forget anything!"

I immediately pull my overnight bag out from under my chair and make sure my phone, earbuds, keys, and wallet are inside my pockets before following Syuusuke off the bus. Already outside is Ryuuzaki Sakuno and her friend, Osakada Tomoka, who talk animatedly to two of the freshmen that could join us as volunteers, Katsuo and Kachirou. Following me comes Kawamura, Eiji, and Oishi without any delay. There is a five second wait for Inui and Kaidoh to come out of the bus together, and finally Momoshiro and Ryoma climb off with disgruntled expressions.

I roll my eyes at the two and unzip my jacket and roll up my sleeves as the harsh sun beats down on me relentlessly.

"Manager!" Katsuo chirps as he and Kachirou run up to me, "Ryuuzaki-sensei asked us to help you unload some of the equipment from the bus's storage."

"Oh right," I mutter and look towards Syuusuke, "Would you mind, Syuusuke?" I ask as I hold out my overnight bag.

Syuusuke smiles reassuringly, "It's fine, go ahead."

I immediately step away and me and the other first year's unload some of Ryuuzaki-sensei's training materials and our case of water bottles that is currently empty. We manage to lug all the stuff off the bus and do a quick check of the whole bus before sending it off by the time Hyotei has stepped out of the limo and engaged in friendly (read: passive-aggressive, but really goddamn aggressive) chatter.

"Ah, and this must be your little spitfire of a manager," a nearly sultry voice calls out and all eyes turn to me as I dully look over at to who called out to me. A teen who is just a few inches taller than me gives me casual smirk, his hand held out as he approaches, "Nice to meet you, I am-"

"Oshitari Yushi," I interrupt blandly, my eyes scanning the blue haired teen, "All-rounder, a righty. Said to have learned a thousand techniques and the genius of Hyotei Academy. A game maker and has the ability of a "closed mind". Can change the flow of the match in mere seconds or pretend to not have control to trick his opponents without them even knowing." I pause to see the startled looks I get not only from the male himself, but other members of his team. I raise an eyebrow, "Am I correct?"

Oshitari lowers his hand awkwardly and tries to act like he wasn't surprised by my sudden description of him, "So you've heard about me, I'm honored," he tries to play off.

I give him a look, "Shall I go on?" before he can even respond, my mouth goes off like a motor, "Cousin to Shitenhouji's Oshitari Kenya, their resident speedster. His glasses are fake as they are just frames and lack lenses. Has a strange leg fetish and is suspected to be romantically bonded to his double's partner, Mukahi Gakuto."

Oshitari can't say a word, slack-jawed at the new information I rattle off.

A loud snort speaks for him and Shishido Ryo is guffawing loudly while Haginosuke Taki and Hiyoshi Wakashi are failing at hiding their snickers.

"Gekidasa daze, Oshitari!" Shishido musters once he controls himself.

Eiji leans over to me and whispers not so quietly into my ear, "You're really scary when you do that, you know, Manager."

I shrug and walk over to Syuusuke, "What he gets for calling me a spitfire."

I pass by Inui and we fist bump each other, both of us having the same feeling of euphoria when we leave someone speechless after rattling off some data. I ignore Kaidoh's shiver and frightful eyes and take my bag from Syuusuke as he gives me an approving grin.

"Ore-sama and his team didn't catch your name," a voice calls out and I try not to stiffen when I recognize it.

I lazily crane my head towards the older teen, "Atobe-san, nice to see you again."

Atobe ignores my greeting, "Your name?"

I resist the urge to gulp and plow through my shot nerves, "My name is-"

"Manager!" Momoshiro interrupts, cutting me off with a mischievous grin and I don't know if I want to punch or hug Momoshiro for his actions.

Hyotei is immediately puzzled, "What?" Gakuto asks, annoyed.

I open my mouth again, "Momoshiro, don't you dare interrupt me again," I threaten, "My name is-"

"MANAGER!" Eiji shouts gleefully, clinging onto me excitedly.

"Eiji-senpai!" I groan as I try to support both our weights without tipping over, "Geez, my name is-"

"Manager." Inui interrupts, a gleam appearing on his glasses as he does so.

I manage to pry Eiji off me with Oishi's help and I sigh as I start again, "My name is-"

"Manager!" The four freshmen chorus happily and I feel like banging my head against the wall.

"I give up!" I say as I throw my hands up into the air, "When we get back to Seigaku all of you are running laps until you drop!" I shout frustrated at my team.

Momoshiro and Echizen snicker at my predicament and I stubbornly ignore them.

"What the hell just happened?" Shishido asks with a confused frown, but before anyone can respond, Ryuuzaki-sensei and Sakaki-sensei announced that we're going to start our trek up the hill.

We start to travel up as a big group and I mostly stick with Syuusuke and Kawamura and Sakuno for the first half. We stop half way up the hill at a convenience store that hikers can stop at if they need supplies or anything. I head for the drinks and reach for a bottle of water when a flash of white catches my eye near the soda section.

"Brat," I snarl in English in the small convenience store, making eyes turn to me immediately. I grab Echizen by the scruff of his jacket when he tries to sneak off, "I'm not taking my eyes off you, brat." I hiss, "You've been on a Ponta ban for less than 24 hours!"

Echizen looked back at me and scowled, "Damn it Evan-senpai."

I roll my eyes and let go, pushing Ryoma away from the sodas, "March, soldier."

Ryoma bristles at my command but follows through with my order, walking with his head down while his upperclassmen snickers at his predicament.

"You're such a savage, manager!" Momoshiro says as he slaps me on the back.

I narrow my eyes at him, "Oh? I'm surprised you understood what I said, considering your grade in English."

Momoshiro blushes a bright red as Eiji and Kaidoh start to obnoxiously laugh their asses off. I roll my eyes at their behavior and head back for my original objective. That is before a hand grabs my upper arm and drags it up to a face.

I grunt out of surprise and I have a view full of bright orange hair as Akutagawa Jirou's bright and awake brown eyes peer into my arm, "You're soulmates with Fuji-san!"

Everyone from Hyotei looks at me. I feel a slight panic build up within me, but I manage to keep calm as I pull my arm away from Jirou's grasps, "Indeed, we are platonics, Akutagawa-san." I state, "And this concerns you how?"

Jirou jumps up and down excitedly, "You must be amazing to be bonded to Fuji-san! I bet you're just as good at tennis as him! Let's have a match, ne?!" he shouts, his voice trembling with excitement.

Before I can even respond a snap echoes in the air and Kabaji is lifting Jirou up and away from me. I stare as the orange haired third year continues to shout about having a match with me and how cool Syuusuke is before he's taken outside the shop by Kabaji.

I blink to myself as Syuusuke sidles up next to me, throwing an arm around my waist, "Well now I can cuddle you in public, ma-na-ger," he says teasingly, rubbing at his soulmark.

I compose myself and scoff, "Yeah like Hyotei not knowing we were platonics would stop you from cuddling," I say sarcastically as I reach for a water bottle.

Syuusuke jabs my side and I grunt angrily, nearly dropping my water.

Syuusuke gives me the most innocent expression in his repertoire.

"Who would have thought?" Atobe hears Yushi say as his friend joins him to skim some of the sports magazines, "Their manager is bonded to their little genius."

Atobe raises an eyebrow, "You recovered that quickly from having your fetish revealed? I'm surprised."

Yushi splutters and Atobe can't help the smirk that comes to his face, "Face it, Yushi," Atobe closes the magazine that has him on the cover, "You've been played."

Yushi stomps off, muttering something about unsympathetic soulmates, walking out of the convenience store heatedly.

The smirk on Atobe's face disappears as he looks towards the two brown haired teens from Seigaku with his narrowed blue eyes.

We arrive at one of Atobe's small properties, built for Atobe's love for tennis. 16 courts surround the property, and there is one building for lodging. There are exactly thirteen bedrooms in the small mansion (alternatively large house). They're all a decent size and are equipped to house two people each. This means that all the players must double up in the rooms, assuming that the first-year volunteers share two separate rooms by gender, and the coaches each get their own room. This also means that one member from Seigaku and one member from Hyotei has to share a room for the weekend.

In reality it's not a big deal, until I find out that Ryuuzaki-sensei pulled lots and everyone else was paired up except for me.

Fuji was rooming Ryoma, Eiji with Momoshiro, Inui with Kawamura, and Oishi with Kaidoh, leaving me to share with one of the Hyotei members.

We had been given a tour of the mansion by a small group of Atobe's staff and we separated into teams to discuss room arrangements, leaving me to linger outside the room at the very end of the easy hallway that I will sharing with someone for Hyotei.

'Jinyoung, how's the camp?'

I nearly jump out of my shoes as Seiichi's voice is suddenly in my head, 'You scared the crap out of me Seiichi 형!'

Seiichi's melodic laugh fills my head, 'Thank you, I try. Ryo-chan told me you're rooming with someone from Hyotei.'

I immediately understand, 'I'll be fine. I'm sure that Kabaji will be rooming with Atobe-san. I'll probably be with their extra, something Taki.'

Seiichi sounds unsure, 'If you say so… just don't jinx yourself out.'

I roll my eyes, 'I'll prove it to you. I'm just outside my door.'

'Okay then, go ahead.'

I push the door to the room I'll be staying in open and immediately curse myself to hell and back.

'Fuck.'

'Jinyoung!' Seiichi scolds but I ignore it when the tall brown-haired captain turns to me, looking at me with his ice blue eyes.

'I'm so screwed 형!'

"You're better than anyone else on your team." Is the first thing Atobe says to me when he sees me, "Ore-sama could be rooming with someone much worse."

I frown at the implications that I'm not a desirable roommate in the first place but ignore it in favor of saying, "I'm surprised, I would have thought Kabaji Munehiro would be rooming with you."

Atobe rolled his eyes, "If you really did your research, Seigaku no manager, you would know that the whole team is romantically bonded to someone else except for Ore-sama, Hiyoshi, and Taki. Naturally, they all paired up and Hiyoshi and Taki have a shared disdain of Ore-sama so Ore-sama is sharing a room with you."

I blinked, surprised that Atobe actually took the time to explain what happened to me, "Alright then." I say as I head for the other unoccupied bed on the far side of the wall. I toss my bag onto the bed and begin to rustle through my bag looking for my charger.

"And how did you end up rooming with Ore-sama?"

I look up surprised, seeing that Atobe had sat on his bed and turned towards me, his attention solely on me, "Uh, Ryuuzaki-sensei pulled lots and I ended up being the odd one out. Unfortunately, no one was allowed to room with their soulmate, romantic or otherwise, at Seigaku."

Atobe nods to himself and I look back to my bag, trying desperately to not tremble under Atobe's hot gaze.

"And you're also soulmates with Tezuka."

I freeze. My heartbeat quickens but I quickly smother any coming panic before anyone is notified of my distress through the mental links, "Did you figure that out my words before, or did you see my wrist earlier?" I ask slowly as I note that my sleeves had rolled themselves down at some point.

Atobe hummed, "Ore-sama had his suspicions. Ore-sama also knew that Fuji and Tezuka shared a platonic soulmate. Your mark confirmed it."

I slowly start to rustle through my bag again, hiding my trembling fingers, "You have a good intuition," I compliment flatly.

"And I still haven't gotten your name."

My heart stops for just a second.

I laugh flatly, "You'll probably won't ever hear it, the members have a running joke that they never call me by my real name. If I try to say it now, I guarantee that someone will interrupt me."

I turn to Atobe and the smile I mustered up disappeared entirely when I see the seriousness in his eyes, "Try me," he whispers.

I open my mouth and croak out, "It's Ji-"

"Evan-senpai!" I familiar voice yells and Ryoma is slamming the door to Atobe's and my own shared room, yelling in panic as he hides himself behind me, "Save me!"

I gape, and I distantly register Atobe's disgruntled expression before I reply, "Brat, what the hell-"

"It's Fuji!" Ryoma interrupts and I feel like slamming my head into the wall.

"It's been less than ten minutes! What the hell did he do?"

"Come on Ryo-chan~!" I hear Syuusuke call from down the hall, "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

I storm out of the room with a snarl on my lips, "Syuusuke!"

Ryoma and Atobe are left behind, one still fearing for his life, the other disappointed by the turn of events.

Korean Translation(s):

형 - title for "brother". Equivalent to Japanese "-nii"