Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis in any which way.
Author's notes: Well, here's my first attempt at fluff. Just love this pairing, and before anyone says anything I already know that Ryoma is kind of OOC. Sorry. There will def be more fluff with this pairing because they are just too fluffy if that makes any sense whatsoever. So, hope you like my short thoughts.
p.s. Raw, unedited writing. I do not particularly care if there are grammar mistakes or if the fic is not good. Mainly here because I needed to try out fluff and get the feel of it. So if you are one of those people who want to pick out every little mistake or flame, go find one of the stories I actually did put a lot of time into.
R&R.
Ryoma swung wildly at the ball and cursed inwardly as he completely missed it. The curse suddenly became real as the momentum of his arm caused him to swing around in a circle and half lose his balance, almost falling on his butt. "Damn!"
As he got up, Ryoma glared at the petite girl across the table from him who had the nerve to break into hysterical giggles. "Oh my god, Ryoma, I'm so, so sorry."
Another fit of giggles burst forward unbidden, even as she was trying to restrain herself. "You just looked so funny."
"It's not funny," he replied huffily. "I almost…broke a bone or something."
Sakuno couldn't contain herself and started laughing openly. "You mean to tell me that you almost broke a bone by falling down…on your butt?"
Tears of mirth were gathering in her eyes, and Ryoma stomped his foot in a childish manner as she was laughing. "It's really not funny."
She finally stopped laughing, but after looking up at her boyfriend's scowling face, she couldn't help but crack up. "Ano, it's just that you're so amazing at tennis, I didn't think you would be so bad at ping-pong."
Ryoma protested vehemently. "It's not the same thing at all! The only thing that's the same is rules and that you need to hit the ball over the net with a paddle shape sort of like a tennis racket. It's completely different!"
He growled in annoyance as he realized that he just prove her point and not his. "Just serve the ball, Sakuno."
"Whatever you say." She said innocently.
Sakuno smoothly hit the ball over the net.
The prince of tennis scowled as he missed the ball yet again. The damn thing was just too small to hit. And then when he did hit the ball, it flew off to the side like it had a tracking system that was specifically programmed to avoid Sakuno's side of the table.
But of course, Sakuno seemed to be doing quite well in hitting the small, white ball. It was as if her original clumsiness didn't exist, or maybe it was because she really didn't have to use those long legs she usually tripped over.
"I hate this game," he complained.
"You're just mad because you're losing," Sakuno teased.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Admit it."
Ryoma opened his mouth to argue just as Sakuno hit the ball particularly well, making it bounce on his side and then flying up to smack him in the face.
His whole body went into shock and he must have been gaping like a fish because Sakuno gave him a concerned look and asked, "Are you okay, Ryoma?"
He was about to snap at her for hitting him in the face when she ran over to his side of the table, apologizing. "Oh my god, Ryoma, I'm so sorry. Does it hurt?"
She kissed the spot lightly where he had gotten whacked with the ball. "Are you okay?" she repeated.
Ryoma bit back his retort.
Okay, well, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.
R&R.