Hi! This is my first fan fic about Ryoma and Sakuno and I hope you like it…Please read and Review…

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Insecure

I sat under the tree watching him play his sport. He considers it as the love of his life. How can I ever compete with that? He feels one with Tennis and it is the only thing in his heart and mind, except for his cat, Karupin. It's been a couple of years already and I'm still not over him.

I waited outside the school gates for him. As expected he was with Momo-sempai."

"Ah…R-Ryoma-kun…"I mumbled to him.

"I'm pretty tired, maybe tomorrow Momo-sempai" Ryoma said.

"I understand," Momo replied stealing a glance from me. All Ryoma said was a "hn."

As Momo faded to the distance, they were left alonein front of the building.

"Come," he suddenly said "I'll walk you home."

I gave him a quick nod and went toward my house.

We walked in silence for a few minutes. I needed to break the silence.

"Ryoma, I cut my hair short just like you said." I gave a cheerful smile.

"Hn"

"I also have been working very hard on my tennis skills."

"hn"

I've done so much for him and all he said is hn. I suddenly stopped from walking, and looked down on the floor. Tears started coming out from my eyes. All I have left to do is run, run away from him forever.

I sat at the park bench under the sakura tree still crying. How could he not notice the efforts I put in myself for him to see me mature? I've done everything he wanted and all he could say is hn.

Suddenly a warm blanket covered me. No, it was a jacket.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I didn't know how to respond. I'm mad at him for being so inconsiderate, but what am I to him that he feels obligated look after me.

"You shouldn't have done anything." He said.

"What?" I asked as I looked up to see his face.

"You shouldn't have cut your hair just because I told you so."

"Ryoma-kun does not like it?"

"I did not say that." He paused. "Get up"

"Why?" I asked.

"It's really late, and…" He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me on my lips. My first kiss given by the love of my life.

"It's more romantic done when we're standing up."

We went on our way home. His face with a smirk, and my face turning thousand shades of red.

I hope you like reading it. I don't know if you like it, but please comment…thanks!