Love at First Disaster

by koizumichii


Synopsis: In which Sakuno had the most embarrassing moment of her existence and Ryoma ended up with cuts all over. Love at First Disaster Soul Mate AU

Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns TeniPuri. AU idea is from tumblr.


Sakuno Ryuzaki, twelve years of age, has fallen into a very awkward position. Is it possible to safely get off at the next station?

"HAHAHA! You idiots still don't know the rules for gripping!" A guy in front of her said in a loud voice. "To hit the top spin, it's the Western Grip, ya know?!"

"What do I do…?" Sakuno thought timidly, unable to move in her seat.

"I'm telling you, keep the racket like this and hold it like you're shaking hands."

"Oh! Of course! Sasabe is different!"

"Stupid! This is common sense!"

That guy swings the racket again. It almost hit Sakuno in the face, just mere inches. She flinches away and closed her eyes. She cannot tell them off; there's no telling what they will do to her. High school bullies are unheard of nowadays.

"Yo, can't you keep it down?"

Sakuno looks up in surprise. Did someone just…defend her?

The voice belongs to a boy sitting across her, clad in a red jacket, dark blue shorts and sporting a white Fila cap on his head. Beside him, a big tennis bag almost his size stood.

Apparently, that guy called Sasabe was surprised too, making him drop the racket he was holding.

"HAHAHA!"

"This is embarrassing! Getting told off by a kid and all!"

He picked the racket up.

"Bingo! Holding the upper part of the racket and clamping it, that's the correct western grip." The boy said plainly. "Another thing, the thing you said about shaking hands? That's the eastern grip." He adjusts himself lazily, putting an arm behind his head while a hand worked to adjust his cap.

In response, Sasabe abruptly raised the racket off the ground in annoyance—causing it to make contact with Sakuno's pink skirt which eventually leads to the same skirt being lifted. The auburn haired girl blushes a thousand shades of crimson, eyes almost as wide as saucers, and in less than a second, her whole body becomes red in mortification.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa!" She attempted to yell—but was drown out by the train coming to a stop—as she tried to put her skirt back in a modest level.

Sasabe and company left the train in a hurry.

Ryoma, who is across the girl all this time, begins to feel the heat creeping to his cheeks. It is no mistake that he had seen the girl's underwear. He lowered his cap even more and practically wishes he can shrink in his seat.

Then, without warning, the window behind him shatters. Ryoma is thrown off his seat. Some of the glass prickle his skin and are currently drawing blood. After a moment, he stands up and appears not to be bothered with the wounds he now has. He picks up his tennis bag like nothing happened and rushes to get out of the train.

"Hey..umm…" A girl called. "A-Are you okay?"

Ryoma turns around and comes face to face with the girl from the train. His cat-like eyes almost widens a fraction, not to mention that familiar heat which tries to creep back to his cheeks right at this second.

"I'm fine," he says in reply. "…Which way is the Gakino Gijaka Garden?"

"Exit from the south gate way and you'll soon notice it." She nervously answered.

He walks away.

"H-Hey, wait…!" She runs to fall on step beside him. "Umm…y-your wounds…l-let's get them treated first."

He paused, taking in the dried blood staining his skin. Well, he cannot play tennis like he'd just have a fight with a delinquent. "Okay,"

Sakuno smiled at him. "L-Let's seat at the bench. I have band aids…"

Ryoma couldn't help thinking that her smile's really pretty.


A/N: Was it okay? It's been a while since I'd written for this pair. Just a celebration for RyoSaku being canon. I know, I am so late. *cries*