Refreshments will always bring embarrassment
“Twenty full baskets of golf balls?”
“Check.”
“A basket full of tees?”
“Check.”
“Newly printed and ready to go scorecards?”
“Check.”
“Full box of pencils?”
“100 golf clubs?”
“...uhhh…”
“He broke another one?! You’ve got to be kidding me, he al-”
“MENITSO!! What are you up to?!” Inosuke, just as he has for the last week and a half, interrupted Zenitsu’s regularly scheduled spy session of the early morning inventory check with the Kamado siblings. You wouldn’t know it, but after three days of spying, Zenitsu found out that Nezuko had a mighty fine temper on her. Enough for both siblings seeing as how her brother would rather knock himself in the head with a golf club before yelling at anyone. After four days Zenitsu found out that Tanjirou’s giggle sounded like bell chimes. After five, he discovered Tanjirou’s habit of playing with his earrings. After six- “MENITSO! Tell me Tell me Tell me Tell me Tel-”
“WOULD YOU SHUT UP!?” At this, the Kamado’s stopped their inventory check, or rather Nezuko’s rant, and looked up through the big, open, rectangular shaped window where players would check in and out while collecting their golf supplies. They looked up through that window, over to where Inosuke and Zenitsu were. Where Zenitsu was squatting in a bush, perfectly placed in front of the hut. Where Zenitsu was squatting in a bush with a pair of binoculars in hand.
And as if the situation couldn’t get any worse, Inosuke started shaking Zenitsu back and forth while the spying boy held a, rather embarrassing, staring contest with the siblings.
Oh god.
o0O0o
Once again Sanemi and Iguro found themselves out of the green. Both were sweating their ass off, but denied to acknowledge the fact. In the three, very long, hours they had been here they accomplished getting to hole five. Fastest record for the pair so far.
Sanemi had lined up his club, swung, and missed the ball. Lined up, swung, missed. Again, and again. He wasn’t even practicing anymore. Behind this humiliating scene sat the caddie, Zenitsu and Inosuke, setting down on the well maintained grass, both leaning on their golf bags. Next to the latter was Iguro, swiveling his head back and forth, almost as many times as Sanemi was missing shots. He was looking for a golf cart. One in specific, the beverage cart.
Early on in the friends endeavor to play, and get good at golf they had memorized the beverage carts circuit. No reason why, but it was due to circle by them pretty soon.
Sanemi lined up his club and swung. Finally he hit it! Right in the direction of a cart. The refreshment cart.
A loud thunk was heard. “Ah!”
“Oh my god! ‘Yu’yu, are you okay!?” Fuck. Behind Sanemi was a giggling caddie while in front was the last person he had ever wanted to hit with a golf ball. “AHHH!! It’s already swelling! Ice, ice we need ice!” Let it be known that Sanemi never half-assed anything, and if that meant he swung his club as hard as he could, well.
“‘Roji, look in the coolers…”
“Oh right. I found the ice, don’t worry!”
The figurative fans were whirling in Sanemi’s head, causing him to come up with a, rather stupid, idea. Which to him, was the best idea in the century. Having made up his mind, he stomped over to the cart, looked at the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes Sanemi had ever seen, and roughly yelled out, “What the hell do you think you’re doing, getting in the path of my golf ball!? Dumbass worker!” Everybody liked bad boys, right?
The two attendants sat there, on the red leather golf cart seats. Tomioka, slumped down so his head was too low to touch the head-rest and his knees too far out to touch the seat, had one hand gripping the edge of his seat and the other holding ice, dutifully placed in a bag, up to his swelling forehead. Mitsuri had herself half in her seat and half in Tomioka’s, turned towards him. Her hands were up, their waving motions now frozen. Both had their mouths ajar, Mitsuri’s jaw fully extended while her counterpart’s was just slightly open. Seconds passed by, not one moving.
Sanemi, having thought their reaction was because he was so suave, smirked, looked down, then walked away, leaving his golf ball to sit the the feet of two pairs of tennis shoes on the floor of the cart. He swaggered away, back to Iguro and the two caddies, all of which also had their mouths open. Picking up his caddie by the back of his shirt, Sanemi dragged him up into a standing position. He then left to go to the next hole, without letting Iguro take his turn and not finishing his. The whole walk over, Sanemi still had that smirk on his face, proud that he gave his crush a good first impression.
o0O0o
The end of the day sky was beautiful. Pinks, oranges, purples, and still a touch of blue painted the sky in swirls. Golfers trickled home with the rest of the country clubbers, seeing as the club wasn’t open that night. Caddies packed up their golf bags, returning them to the hooks outside the hut. This brought Zenitsu back near Tanjirou, seeing as how he’d have to write up another form saying that equipment was tampered with.
Once the group containing Sanemi, Iguro, and their caddies had continued on their way after the disaster with the refreshment cart, Iguro had explained to his buddy what went wrong. Suffice to say that Zenitsu’s lucky he had to only fill out one sheet instead of eight.
The action of walking through the hut’s screen door wasn’t foreign to Zenitsu, and hasn’t ever since he began to caddie for Sanemi. The papers thrown around, which he once thought of as messy, were artfully kept in an organized mess, courtesy of Tanjirou. Zenitsu had started to rustle through the papers to find the form he was looking for, when a particularly beautiful sound drew near. “In case you were looking for the equipment tampering forms, they're right here. I had to print more out,” a wonderful bell-chiming chuckle, “honestly I’ve started calling them the ‘Sanemi Forms’ in my head.”
To say that Zenitsu was shocked was an understatement. This perfect boy was speaking to him. Joking with him! Had Christmas come early!? “Haha… I know right…” God, this was embarrassing, he felt like Sanemi! Not only that, but Zenitsu could literally feel the heat creep up his face which was turning him bright red.
“I’ve seen you in here a lot since he started coming here. You’re stronger than me, I couldn’t put up with his anger.”
“No way! You’re like the kindest person ever!” Hopefully Tanjirou didn’t ask why he would know that when this was their first time talking together.
“Well, here you go, I’ll leave you to it.”
As he watched the boy and his sound depart from the hut, leaving him alone, Zenitsu was proud that he didn’t cry, which he had a habit of doing when he felt emoticons. He was crying now, but at least he didn’t in front of Tanjirou, small rewards.