Disclaimer: Sup! P.O.T does not belong to me.


He was alone in his room. Yet he was still in his girl form. He was sitting on his bed. The door opened. In came a person. It was his Buchou.

"Buchou? What are you doing here?" Ryoma asked.

"I came to see you." he answered.

"You came to see me? Why? I'm no one special." Ryoma said.

"To me, you are." His buchou answered.

His buchou, Tezuka, approached him. He stopped with 3cm distance between them. He slowly bent down, and was about to kiss Ryoma when-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-

Ryoma threw his alarm across the room, smashing it towards the door.

"Damn, stupid alarm. Forgot to turn it off." Ryoma said, wiping his eyes.

He was about to go back to sleep, when his cousin came and knocked on the door to call him down for breakfast. Breakfast time was quiet. For a while anyway. Until his father had started giggling reading the newspaper. Obviously inside the newspaper was his 'Special Edition Magazine' that he tries to hide from nanako, his cousin and his mother. Ryoma rushed upstairs, knowing he won't be getting any peace from his father's giggling.

He got to his room, got dressed in his normal attires, meaning the hair tied in ponytail, strap shirt, and skirt. He took his tennis bag and left his house towards the street tennis courts. (It's Saturday, just to tell you.)

tenistenistenistenistenistenis

When he got to the courts, no one was there, so he self praticed, hoping some opponents would show up soon. Someone did show up though, and it was no one other than...his buchou? What was he doing at the street courts?, Ryoma wondered.

Ryoma started to approach Tezuka, wanting to ask him why.

"Ne, Buchou. What are you doing here?" Ryoma asked.

"Tennis, why else." Tezuka answered, as if there was any other thing he could do at a tennis court.

"How 'bout a game?" Ryoma asked, smirking.

"Hn." Was all Tezuka said, as he headed towards the court.

In the end, Tezuka won, 6-4. After they decided to get some ice cream. Well, Ryoma decided, Tezuka just followed. And to Ryoma's surprise, his buchou could talk aboout other things besides tennis. He was having a very good time. And being the gentleman Tezuka is, he paid for Ryoma's share. Which was a lot, because he took four scoops, with lots of sprinkles and each scoop had its very own special taste. Even as a girl, he still has a large appetite.

They walked around the streets of the city, talking about random stuff, concerning anything but tennis.

They then headed to a park. Each person a swing. They seem to have gotten to know each other a little better. Ryoma always thought that Tezuka was all boring, but now, he can say that Tezuka has a bit of a humor side too. Things were going all well for them...until a kid about 6 years old came towards them.

"Ne, are you two on a date?" The kid said, with a big grin on his face.

Ryoma's face flushed red. "Eh? N-no!" he stuttered.

"But you two look so cute together." The kid said, looking and pouting at them.

Ryoma's face flushed a deeper red colour. Luckily Tezuka came to his rescue.

"We're not on a date, we're just friends. Friends can contain both genders right?" Tezuka said.

"Ah...hai." With that said, the kid left.

Ryoma sighed in relief that the kid left. Then he turned to his buchou, with his cocky smirk he said," Ne buchou, so I'm your friend eh?"

"Hn." Was all the answer he got.

"Mou, tell me." Ryoma started to pout. This girl stuff was starting to stick on him.

Ryoma didn't get an answer though. But he did get a kiss on the forehead. Then his buchou left, leaving him behind, in the dust, wondering and dazing.

Ryoma finally snapped out of his daze and grinned. I guess been a girl isn't always bad, was what he thought. And he started home.


Well that's the end of that. I'll start a new different story soon. Hope you'll enjoy that one just like you did this one.