A/N: I am trying something new. I hope you all will like this plot. Please rate and review. I do NOT own Prince of Tennis.

Chapter-1

Ayame Sakurano had been living this confusing yet amazing secret life for about two weeks now. Her school hours were spent in confusion, longing stares and even hurt, but her after school hours would always make up for it. For she had the perfect boyfriend. Just thinking about him made her giggle like a love struck schoolgirl. Well, she was a love struck schoolgirl, no?

She remembered the line of events fondly. Her school, Seishun Gakuen had been the winners of the Kantou tournament. She had been there to watch the finals. There he was, in all his glory, the captain of Seigaku's boys' tennis club, Kunimitsu Tezuka. She didn't know him personally, especially since she was in her second year and he was in third, but they had exchanged a few words over the years.

His hard-working nature, his determination and his stern yet strong command had always made her think highly of him. His physical attributes, though, only came into play after that incident.

It happened a week after the tournament had ended. She was leaving school after classes. And he was right there. Leaning against the wall beside the school gates. She nodded in acknowledgement and continued on her way but his deep voice stopped her. "Sakurano san," he called. She turned to look at him. "Would you mind joining me for coffee?" She could only gape at his offer. Why would anyone, especially the school's most popular hunk, want to have coffee with her? But she accepted. And well, the rest was history.

They had to keep their relationship a secret, though. He wanted privacy and didn't want her to be victimized by his rabid fan girls. She wasn't happy about it, but she knew he was right.

She felt that he would behave very oddly during school. He didn't even glance at her. And whenever she would smile or wave at him, he would completely ignore her like he would any of her fan girls. It confused and hurt her. But the dates, the hangouts would make her feel like she was the most important person to him. He would take her to absurdly far yet simple and exotic locations just for a cup of tea. And she loved it. She loved him.

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Kunimitsu Tezuka was used to getting attention. He wasn't fond of it but, by the time he reached his third year in high school, he had become more or less immune to it. Exceptions would be when a few of them just wouldn't leave him alone.

For the last two weeks or so, a girl he knew to not be of that type, began throwing him glances. Tezuka wasn't blind. He knew when he was being observed. But he had never seen her acting like his other fans. It was just the smiles and the longing stares she'd give him that made him uncomfortable. Like she expected something of him.

Every now and then, when they'd cross paths, she'd stare. And if he caught her looking at him, unlike the others, she'd just smile and stare some more. It was, disturbing, to say the least.

She was a second year student. Part of the student council. That's how he knew her. She was in charge of handling all accounts and was known to be very good at what she did. But her odd behavior made him question the girl's sanity. Not that it mattered, though. He'd forget about all this the moment he stepped out of school. No. things like these didn't matter at all.