Summary: A series of one-shots RyoSaku fluff... Ryoma wasn't about to leave the only girl who caught his attention. No. Bloody. Way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
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8: Sweet, Part II
It was a few hours after dusk, and everyone was fast asleep. Mostly everyone, Sakuno mused to herself. There was that bearded guy in the suit who was typing in his laptop furiously. She deduced he was a businessman. And there was that nice-looking lady reading a book. And the large man who kept ordering drinks and stuffing his face with chips. And-
Ryoma-kun.
A small smile graced her delicate features. Ever since they met that afternoon, she always found him on her thoughts. He never asked for a drink again, but, much to her surprise, she sometimes saw him looking around, as if he was searching for somebody. When she caught him 'searching' for the third time, she neared his seat and asked him whom he wanted to find.
The widening of his eyes was the only indication that she was the one he was looking for. Then he was smiling at her and tilting his head in a way that she found completely adorable. It's nothing, he had said. Thanks. And he had phrased it in such a completely offhand yet meaningful way that she blushed.
She jarred herself from her thoughts, blushing again. Maybe he could use some company? The seat next to him was empty anyway. Before she could talk herself out of it, she was striding towards him, careful not to make any noise. Once she was beside him, she leaned forward and tapped his shoulder.
"Ryo-" Her voice died in her throat as she found her face unbearably close to his. If she wished, her nose would be brushing against his.
"Ryuzaki," he breathed. Why hadn't she noticed his eyes were utterly beautiful?
Why- oh why- was she blushing? She was shy, yes, but she wasn't completely like this. "R-ryoma-kun," she said softly, swallowing. "I was- um..." Oh god, why wasn't her brain working? "W-would you like something to d-drink?" she managed out, resisting the urge to cover her face with her hands and run.
He must have known what she was thinking at that time because his hand closed around her wrist. He leaned forward ever so slightly, tilting his head, so she could feel his breath on her lips, and all she could think about was He's so warm. Ryoma-kun... he's so warm.
"Would you... would you like to sit with me?" he asked in a soft voice, dark eyes peering into her own.
She smiled then, and to Ryoma, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "I'd love to."
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Ryoma was jolted awake by a tap on his shoulder. Blinking several times to ward off the sleep clouding his senses, his eyes focused on the pretty face of none other than-
Ryuzaki Sakuno.
"Ryoma-kun," she whispered, smiling. "It's time to go."
He sat up quickly, the dark blue jacket covering him falling to his lap, and noticed the last of the passengers filing out of the room. "Did anybody notice me?" What if somebody took a picture of him without him knowing it?
She shook her head, laughing. "Everyone was very excited to leave the plane, Ryoma-kun."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "What time is it?"
She checked her watch. "It's ten minutes past midnight." She looked up and grinned at him. "Welcome back to Japan, Ryoma-kun."
He smirked slightly. "Che."
He was about to stand when he noticed the jacket on his lap. He blinked. Jacket?
"Oh! That's mine," she exclaimed, putting both hands behind her back and swaying nervously. "I thought... maybe Ryoma-kun..."
"Thanks." He was grinning at her. "I didn't know I'd be falling asleep." It was true. When she agreed to sit with him, they talked for a while. And then all he could remember was him laying his head on her shoulder and the smell of lavender and strawberries.
"Ryoma-kun should go," she said softly, suddenly.
He started. "Right." His hand tightened on the jacket. As irrational as it sounded, he became attached to this woman, with her sweet voice and nice smile. "Can I take the jacket?" he blurted out.
She was surprised, and, to his amazement, pleased. "O-of course."
"A-and-" Oh Kami-sama, he was stuttering. His senpais should see him now. He quickly removed his cap from his head and put it on her. "There." Damn. How could a girl look so cute wearing his cap? He thought in frustration. And why wasn't he leaving already?
She blinked in confusion. "Ah, thank you, Ryoma-kun, but I-"
Before she could finish what she was about to say, and before he lost his nerve as well, he leaned forward, pulled her into a hug, and pressed his lips to her cheek for a brief moment.
Sakuno went very very still.
"I-" he swallowed nervously. "I want to see you again. Would you go to my match next week?"
"I-"
"I'll save a seat for you. J-just say your name." Ryoma refused to admit to himself that he sounded desperate.
"Ryoma-kun," she said softly. She was smiling warmly. "You should go."
He could only nod in numb shock. She didn't...
She folded her jacket- now his- and handed it to him. He was surprised when he felt the cap on his head again.
"You'll need that," she murmured. He could only nod again. He was desperate and stupid and- "So I'll be taking it after the match, ok?"
-completely lucky.
"You-" He turned to face her when she suddenly kissed him- sweet and chaste.
"I'll see you there." And then she was gently guiding him out of the room. "Good luck, Ryoma-kun." And just like that, she was gone. Ryoma's mind tried to process everything that was happening, but the only thought running around his brain was- She kissed me. She'll be there. She kissed me!
He smiled- a small genuine smile. And as he alighted from the plane, the same smile on his face, Ryoma wondered when he had ever felt so lighthearted, his lips still tingling from the touch of her lips.
I'll see you there.
He would see her again.
