Disclaimer: I don't own POT. If I did. SAKUNO would be shown A WHOLE LOT MORE.
A/N: MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS! :)
Shut up.
Because Ryoma Likes Sakuno.
There are a lot of reasons why Ryoma Echizen, the resident Prince of Tennis and hottie, was pissed. One reason—his seniors. The upperclassmen he thought he could depend on. The very reason why he, introvert and whatnot, did what he did.
"He did what?" Momoshiro Takeshi, Seigaku's Powerhouse, guffawed shamelessly. The prick even managed to point a rather humiliating turn-your-heads-over-there finger at the guy. Ryoma cursed under his breath as he watched his seniors fall on their knees, trying to catch breath amidst their raving fits of laughter. Ryoma scowled at them.
"Yeah—yeah! You should've seen his face!" Kikumaru Eiji, Mr. Acrobat-like-a-cat, managed to say amidst stomach-aching laughter. "It was red and everything!"
"Sto—stop it, guys." Oishi Shuichirou, mommy, said as sternly as he could because apparently, he couldn't help but laugh as well. "You're making Echizen-kun uncomfortable." He managed to blurt out amidst hisses of prime laughing gas. Amazingly though, this just made them all explode in laughter even more so than before.
Ryoma, sitting there all but unnoticed, swore he'd go mad that exact moment. Suddenly, his scowl, no matter how much of a death-bringer it was, didn't seem to fit anymore. His face puffed red with anger.
He wasn't just pissed anymore.
That was how tennis practice ended that day. That cursed day, as Ryoma so bluntly puts it.
"Ready to go, Ryoma-kun?" Ryoma jumped from his seat. His heart missed a beat.
Oh dandy, what a treat.
It was Ryuzaki Sakuno, the main object of his affecti—wait. His problems.
Ryoma nodded awkwardly in reply. He cursed as he trekked back to the changing room. Suddenly, the whole team shut up. And everyone. Everyone, Tezuka included, was burning holes at his back.
Fucking shit.
A few minutes and curses later, Ryoma met Sakuno at the courts. The fucking whole team was gone. Ryoma turned his head.
Then scowled.
Glared.
And cursed.
He could swear, somewhere beyond the bushes, someone was snickering.
The glare intensified.
"Everything okay, Ryoma-kun?" Ryoma's head turned back to Sakuno. Her hands were playing with a stray tennis ball.
"Hn." Ryoma grunted, trying his best to keep cool as he walked away from the courts with Sakuno on his tail.
The snickering bushes followed them.
"So… rumor has it that you confessed to a third year cosplayer."
Ryoma froze.
Then, ever so slowly, turned to face her incredulously.
It was pass five. Did she not want to go home?
"I—"
He choked. His face grew red.
Sakuno looked away. Still, a smile glazed her face.
Ryoma couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Suddenly, a stray shoe came out of nowhere, squarely hitting Ryoma on the head. His gaze shot westward in a glare deadlier than death itself. He was about to curse when Sakuno turned around to look at him.
Damn.
"Cat got your tongue?" She laughed lightly. Her face radiated lightly with the sunset.
Suddenly, Ryoma started smiling slightly. She just didn't know her effect on him.
Forgetting about the unwanted onlookers, Ryoma simply shrugged.
"Not really." He told her teasingly as he spun around and started walking away. Sakuno flustered.
"Wait!" She cried as she ran to him. Upon reaching him, she grabbed hold of his arm and flashed him a grin.
"Whatever you say." She laughed, all ready to walk home.
Ryoma suddenly turned to her. And, unable to stop himself, leaned down and kissed her.
Sakuno, dazed, could only stare back in shock.
Ryoma pulled away a few gasps later, and flashed Sakuno a grin himself.
"Mada mada dane." He smirked.
And just like that, he wasn't that pissed anymore.
TBC. Everyone's in a hurry 'cause its Christmas. Forgive my grammar, I'mma edit it later. ENJOY THE HOLIDAYS!
