Mocha-flavored Cake
by Zero-onE001
"Have a good time, brat!" Nanjiroh shouted annoyingly from the Echizen doorway that made Ryoma scoff.
He tipped his cap downward, slightly embarrassed at his father. "Che."
Today is Saturday, the day when the Prince of Tennis will tutor his over-clumsy and over-sweet girlfriend—Ryuuzaki Sakuno. (Un)Fortunately, Sakuno happened to have a C-grade in English, and (un)fortunately, their teacher appointed him to be her tutor for two months straight—every weekends.
So, instead of having fun playing tennis with the wall, or rather, having a date with the wall, he was now heading to the Ryuuzaki Residence—to have a date with Ryuuzaki… of course not.
xXx
"Have a seat, Ryoma-kun," Sakuno offered, offering a vacant cushion beside her in the coffee table. Ryoma nodded in acceptance and cruelly dropped his bag on the floor before joining her at the table. He was in no mood for teaching today. If only teaching and tennis are the same, then maybe he'd have the mood. He drooped on the coffee table, resting his head on his arms.
Sakuno pouted. "Mou, Ryoma-kun! I thought you came here to teach me!" she whined, tapping Ryoma on his back.
Ryoma grunted, but sat up nonetheless."I'm hungry."
Sakuno smiled knowingly and nodded. "I'll go get something to eat. Please wait here," she replied.
Ryoma nodded, "Just get back right away so we can start."
"Hai."
xXx
Sakuno came back with a tray in her hands. She poured a cup of tea for Ryoma and for herself before cutting a slice of mocha-flavored cake.
"Here, Ryoma-kun, taste it. Okaasan made this cake," she offered, handing him the slice of cake sitting rather innocently on a platter.
Ryoma stared at it for a while.
And then he smirked.
It won't hurt anyone if he became out of his character once in a while, right?
He pulled the girl on his lap, encircling his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. Sakuno gasped and blushed deep red. She could feel that her heart will stop beating anytime from now at the proximity of their distance.
Ryoma sniffed her auburn hair. "Neh... Can I taste you instead? Your Okaasan made you too, right?" he said rather seductively, winking. "I wonder if you taste like mocha too."
Sakuno stood up abruptly, dropping the cake on the floor and stared at the not-so-innocent looking Ryoma with wide-eyes as she blushed from head to toe.
"Na-na-na-NANI?" she stuttered. Ryoma licked his lips, somehow imitating Devil Akaya.
Sakuno fainted. And landed on Ryoma's lap.
"Mada mada dane, Ryuuzaki."
