Ryoma is always muttering "buchou" in a breathy, cracking little voice while staring big-eyed at Tezuka.
"Yes buchou," Echizen mutters, voice cracking, and Eiji almost jumps with glee. Momo's going to be paying for his own food for the next week!
"See, I was right, nya!" he crows, bouncing on his toes and sticking out his tongue at his freeloading kouhai.
"No way!" Momoshiro insists adamantly. "He's almost thirteen; his voice is breaking!"
"Uh-huh, he totally has a crush on buchou!" Eiji hisses back, perfectly aware of the way Oishi is eyeing him from the fence. "Our baby's growing up!"
"Senpai, he has girls following him everywhere!"
"Like that means anything! I win! I win, nya!"
"No way!"
Across the courts, doubled over around a sneeze that turns into a coughing fit, Ryoma curses his stupid cold and wonders what the hell his senpai are arguing about this time.