Ryoma was not jealous, he was merely annoyed if you could even call it that, everyone knew the prince of tennis did not get jealous. In fact, the obnoxious whispers and giggles emanating from a nearby bush was the most probable cause of his annoyance, definitely not jealousy, he inwardly cringed at such a ridiculous possibility. How obvious could his friends be? If it wasn't Momo-senpai's telltale spiky hair protruding from the said shrubbery, then it was Eiji-senpai's high pitched squeals of "Ochibi-chaan, nyaa!" that gave it away. Or maybe it was the fact that normal bushes don't shake or move by themselves...Nevertheless, no matter how distracting his senpais were Ryoma quickly found his attention drawn back to the scene before him.
He watched silently as Sakuno ran her fingers through someone else's hair. Pale digits swayed back and forth through the tangles with ease, it was apparent to any onlooker that those loving motions had been repeated time and time again, until such familiarity was brought forth. Despite his earlier claim, golden eyes narrowed in barely concealed rage, because those slim hands could only be his.
Where had the little girl watching his every move through adoring eyes, on court or not, disappeared to? Gone were the pigtails that he believed disrupted her balance, only Sakuno could trip more times than all of Ryoma's wins totaled. Now those pigtails were replaced by flowing amber ringlets, grace (this one Ryoma had yet to get used to), and curves that filled out in all the right places if not more. Ryoma felt a little pang of regret as this new woman transformed before his eyes, almost unrecognizable from the past. Yet it was only through her change that she had managed to capture his attention.
At first he was merely curious, what had caused this sudden shift? Then he began to notice even the littlest of things, the way she played with the ring on her finger when she was nervous, the way her smile was slightly crooked but merely added to the appeal, and even the way she smelled of fresh flowers after the rain. Looking at her now Ryoma felt he had the right to be a little protective, at least that was what he was telling himself, after all he was the hero of her childhood dreams.
Ryoma had not noticed that a small growl was making its way through him until her eyes met his. A slow startle passed her features, and then she smiled. Ryoma was not prepared for what happened next, before he knew it he was making his way to the two figures rather quickly.
"Ryoma-kun? What's wrong?"
Her eyes danced mischievously. Her expression irritatingly innocent. Her lips-
"mmm-mmhph!"
"Ryoma! What are you doing?"
Sakuno gasped her placid expression now gone, replaced by disbelief.
"You were touching someone else."
Ryoma merely offered, his cap obstructing his face. The sound of laughter erupted from the female as she chocked out in between breathless giggles.
"You- w-ere- jeal-ous-"
Then came the inevitable accusation.
"- of a Cat!"
Ryoma scowled then quickly muttered.
"Karupin isn't just a cat- I swear he's plotting something..."
Sakuno merely nodded seriously then replied.
"Well, I knew you were bound to get over your cat complex someday. Right honey? "
Karupin chose this moment to bury himself into Sakuno's chest, purr and all. The prince of tennis shot the furry figure a glare.
Game. Set. Match.
Surprise? Probably not...I bet a lot of you saw that coming, haha. I just had to write a little drabble, and what's more fun than a jealous Ryoma? Anyway if you like, please review! Reviews are my caffine :3