A/N: Umm…yeah…new story?
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT.
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Chapter 1: Improvements
I walked through the school gates, like I had hundreds of times before. It was like a routine, I guess, ever since I was a little first year, not that I'm not little now. Although, as I look back to when I was a first year, I have to say that I've changed. Not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally. I might seem like a freak because I actually look back and examine how I was before, but I think it's a good thing to do. After all, it could maybe help me improve my personality or something. But, I guess, I've always been like this. I always strived to improve something about me, whether it be my cooking or my tennis. But the person I tried to improve for didn't even care about me. In fact, I don't think he even noticed me except for the times that I did something to inconvenience him and the times when I was waving food in his face. And after he was gone, even though I was going to miss him, I felt a surge of relief. I didn't have to try so hard without my accomplishments going unnoticed. That's when I decided to improve, not for anyone else, but for myself. Although it seems kind of selfish, I'm the happiest I've been in years. And no one, I repeat, no one will ever change that. Not even Echizen Ryoma.
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A/N: So yeah…a Ryosaku fic. Yay. Well, the storyline just came to my mind when I was thinking about random things like ice cream, bunnies, and tennis. But I don't know if I'll ever continue it, I guess it just depends.
Feel free to point out any mistakes! (and sorry it's so short)