A/N: yay! Finally another update =) this is an "our" story. Stories with an "our" title would usually be about something that they share. I've already also written the next "his" story (wrote it like more than a month ago or something?) and will be posting it up either later today or tomorrow after I've done some editing. Anyways, exams are next week. Wish me luck! University exams are horrible to study for. Bleahs.

Title: Our Clumsiness

Time-frame: 3rd year junior high, dating for about 3 months already.

Background: Sakuno is always clumsy and tripping over nothing. Ryoma is always so stoic and doesn't seem to know how to express himself. Clumsiness exists in so many different forms.

Word count: 641

"Mou! I can't believe I sprained my ankle. Again," Ryuzaki Sakuno complained.

"Hush Sakuno. You really are clumsy. And it's not like you tripped while in the middle of a match. Only you would trip on a ball that was just lying on the ground," her best friend, Osakada Tomoka chided her.

"Ah. Arigatou for helping me out Tomo-chan. Buchou! I'm going over to the infirmary first ok?"

"Erm, fuku-buchou! Let me help you out. I'm sorry I was slow to pick up all the balls," a timid first-year said, cautiously approaching Sakuno and Tomoka.

"Hmmm? No. It's not your fault. I'm just clumsy. But arigatou Akira-chan. Can you carry my things please," Sakuno said, reassuring her kohai.

"Hai, fuku-buchou!"

Unknown to the three girls, their movements were tracked by a pair of golden, feline-like eyes from the boys' tennis courts.

"Ja ne Sakuno. I'll come back once practice is over and we can go home together ok? It's the boys ranking matches today and I can't miss that. You look like you could use a bit of rest too ," Tomoka told her friend.

"Oh no! I forgot about the ranking matches! And looks like I won't be able to watch this one either," Sakuno said, a tad miserably. "I'll just take a nap then. My ankle really hurts and the painkillers are making me kinda drowsy. See you later, Tomo-chan,"

"Hey you. Get up. I'm taking you home now," a voice said, piercing the sleepy fog that Sakuno was in.

"Eh? Who… Ryoma-kun? Don't you have your ranking matches today?" Sakuno asked, confused and still half asleep.

"Done. Quick. I want to leave before Kachiro dismisses the team in half an hour's time," Echizen Ryoma said, his tone clearly making it an order.

"Hai, Ryoma-kun. Chottomatte. Let me get my stuff."

"Here. Pass it all to me. "

"H-hai. Arigatou."

After moving to her injured side and putting her arm around his shoulder, Ryoma firmly, but gently propped her up and they made their way out of the infirmary.

"Ouch. You didn't have to grab my hair you know," Ryoma teasingly scolded Sakuno.

"Sakuno! Oh my god! Ryoma-sama was just brilliant today! He actually cleared his 3 matches in record breaking time. In fact he won 6-0 for all three… Sakuno? Eh? Where is she?" Tomoka questioned, looking around the empty infirmary bewilderedly.

The only signs that anybody was recently in the room was the rumpled sheets of the bed and the few strands of green-tinted black hair on the floor.

"Ryoma-kun. How did you know I was injured?" Sakuno asked curiously.

"Cheh. Aren't you always injured?" Ryoma retorted.

"um... W-well… that is true. But you didn't have to be mean about it. Seriously though, how did you know?"

"I saw those two girls supporting you to the infirmary. I nearly lost that set coz you distracted me."

Sakuno was surprised and pleased. "Oh! Was that why you finished your matches so quickly? So that you can take me home?"

"Don't I walk you home almost everyday anyway?" Ryoma replied tersely. "But… I wanted to finish faster because you looked like you were in a lot of pain," Ryoma added in a quieter voice, looking embarrassed at what he just said.

"Ryoma-kun. I love you! Thanks for being so concerned," Sakuno said to her boyfriend of three months, her tone demonstrating how touched she was by his concern. Ryoma had no answer for her, except to tug the brim of his cap lower down his face. However, since he was propping her up, her face was almost directly beside his and no matter what he did, he can't hide the blush staining his cheeks.

Sakuno chuckled to herself. "I may be physically clumsy but Ryoma-kun can be clumsy too. He never knows how to express himself properly," Sakuno thought.