First of all, thanks for the reviews, favs and follows! :)

Oh, and I really do appreciate the criticism.

The reason for why I made my OC as someone that got reincarnated into PoT is because: well, I just wanna try, okayyy. HAHAHA :D

I've seen a lot of OCs like this in others' fanfic, and I just thought "well, that looks interesting. I so wanna try writing that" and so I did.

I might try writing one that doesn't have anything to do with being reincarnated and all that in the future though, your suggestion seems cool.

Anddd for the explaining part (past life and stuff), I'm still thinking what to do with it, probably gonna reveal it slowly.

Thank you very much.

Nowwww, here's a second chapter!

Please enjoy!

Chapter 2

By the end of our 6th grade of elementary school, I found out that I have zero talent at tennis.

Ryoma had tried teaching me tennis. But soon, after he realized that I had no talent whatsoever in tennis, he gave up right away.

Still a shitty guy, I know.

Despaired by my lack of talent, and my zero chance of becoming a cool main character with awesome tennis skills, I tried to change my tactics.

From being an awesome tennis player to a mysterious looking girl with brain so smart she could outdo all tennis players (with the power of brain alone, much like Inui minus the skills). But of course, the second one failed too.

My despair deepened as I FREAKIN GOT ASTHMA AGAIN. Like, what the heck?!

First, I have zero social skills

Second, no talent in tennis (which should be the whole point of being in this anime).

And now, I'm sick! I'm weak and I'm sick?!

What is this?! This is like the LOWEST of the lowest supportive character! I'm worse than Sakuno! At least she can play basic tennis! What about me?

Gasp. I'M WORSE THAN HORIO!

That night, I ran all the way to Ryoma's house shouting, "I'm dying!"

I stuttered all the way, speaking gibberish as I tried to explain to Ryoma why I was here, at his place in the middle of the night, running barefoot and screaming like a banshee.

I shrieked, "I can't play tennis anymore"

Here I was pouring out my heart on him, and he said, oh, that bastard. He dare said that "oh, it's not like you're good at tennis anyway."

Well, he didn't actually say that, but still- He implied it.

That bitch.

Then, I cried.

It was a silent cry that night, which I'd never ever done in this world, especially in front of him.

Perhaps, it was not the fear of being a not-so-important supportive character that engulfed my senses, but rather- it was the fear of dying of Asthma attack.

Once was enough.

I thought that being reborn should have discarded this previous life's disease of mine, but no.

Now, I'm going to die my second death, and the cause would be the same as the first one.

How ironic.

It was quiet, silence all over us as I pathetically trembled in fear.

What a pathetic character I am.

Then, Ryoma did the unexpected.

THE Ryoma hugged me.

That arrogant guy called Ryoma hugged me.

He hugged ME.

At first it was awkward. Gosh, he was so awkward.

He then patted my head, the gesture is still awkward, though much less awkward than the last time he did.

I blew my nose into his shirt.

Ryoma flinched.

Poor guy.

"I don't wanna die of asthma. Anything else will do, just not asthma." I whispered, voice still hoarse.

He stiffened, pressing his arms even harder around my waist.

"You are not going to die." He said, like it was a promise that he absolutely had no intent to break.

"Bu-"

"Shut up."

"Ryo-"

"Chiyo." I knew from his tone that it was a warning. Definitely an end of discussion.

From that day on, Ryoma went all 'motherhen' around me. We've always been together back then, but now, it was like he was watching me, watching my every move, waiting for the signs of my collapse.

It was worse than the overly nice Ryoma back then after I'd saved his ass.

I'd tried talking to him about it.

That stubborn idiot.

He didn't listen.

Until the day that I finally snapped.

"Hey you stupid! Don't you go all smothering motherhen on me you bastard!"

He blinked, clearly surprised at my outburst.

"Do you need more punches on the face to snap you out of all this! I feel like I'm on the edge of deathbed whenever you go all fatherly love on me, you idiotic kiddo!"

Oh, he was . Furious. Whatever the word 'anger' should be expressed with.

What the.

Wow.

I clearly didn't expect him to get mad, let alone THIS mad about it.

"Don't forget that,"He took a step, eyes glaring at me with so much intensity that I just had to took a step back.

He narrowed his eyes in response, clearly displeased with me taking a step back and his advance.

He cornered me, and pressed me onto the wall as he seethed.

"You. are. the. one. who. started. It."

Bitter. I could feel the bitterness in my mouth as I realized that-

Ryoma was right, I was the one who started this. The one who came up to him, running in the middle of the night, spouting nonsenses about fear, he was just doing this in response to my fear. I wanted this, needed this, and he was only giving it to me.

...

"Sorry."

He was silent.

"Sorry."

I looked down in an attempt to avoid his eyes.

"S-sorry" my voice broke down as tears started to fall down, even more than before.

I could feel the heat radiating off those intense eyes and onto my face.

"I-I"

He placed his hat on my head, cutting my brilliant speech off,

Rude.

He then took my hand into his and slowly began to drag me off

"Where are we going?" I sniffed.

"Home."

Yep, home sounds nice.

"I-I still hate it though." I choked out between a few of my sobs,

He didn't say anything along the way home.

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