Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

It was just a normal day.

No one, least of all Tezuka Kunimitsu, expected that day to end in chaos and disorder.

Tezuka hated disorder. He didn't like things that weren't organised and set out properly; in fact, he didn't like anything that he hadn't expected. Everything that he did had to be clearly thought through and planned out before he actually did it.

Even planning out an ordinary training session had to be considered in detail, in order to achieve the best results.

Academics. Tennis. Reputation. Even his expression.

Everything had to be absolutely perfect.

Because he was a perfectionist, and nothing less than perfect satisfied him.

Of course, he didn't force his expectations on others. On the contrary, he was content if others simply tried their best in whatever they were doing.

As long as they did whatever they could, it was fine.

No, his high expectations were only placed upon himself. Tezuka expected perfection from himself; in everything he took part in, no matter what it was, he was never satisfied unless his performance was flawless.

And that was how his life worked. Until now, he had always been perfect.

Until she came crashing into his life, bringing chaos and impulse with her.

And with it, the beginning of a first love.