Davide

I can almost feel the brain damage start to sink in.

Took you long enough, Bane-san. I was in need of a kick to start my day off right. Pfft.

Tennis camp.

I hope that for one, I will not fall in love with the place. I'd much rather keep the game nice and easy, courting it day by day. Serves me right if I decide to go, but the baseline is that it'd be a nice getaway. I just hope Saeki-san realizes that this is all his fault, but it should be a net gain for me.

And maybe I'll point out my match while I'm there.

I will miss seeing the sea, though. I'll wave goodbye to it in a few weeks and hope it waves back.

Male physiques need to be the right kind:
Taut and toned, both in front and behind;
Ripped and rugged, not rough;
Big-armed, beefy and buff.
(Like my words, I like men well defined!)

I wish I could write limericks. What a grand art form.

Day 5.

Still no sign of brain trauma, nor tennis shoe marks engraved in the back of my head.

I miss the bane of my existence.

Third year's harder than I expected. How'd you guys have so much time for tennis?

Maybe the teachers are just being vindictive. It can't be so bad. As long as I have class, I'm sure I can charm them into giving me good grades. I am such a princely student, after all, and with my hair perfectly coifed, I'll be the head of the class in no time.

That being said - screw whatever homework I have this weekend, I'll be at the beach, thanks. Hopefully I'll see all my sempai there too.

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Why does no one kick me when I pun? Am I doing something wrong...?