New Prince of Tennis: Love is Our Zest

Ep 8

>>>>>>>Kite's POV>>>>>>>

"Excuse me."

"Yeah?"

I stand in front of Fujiwara Junpei, one of the chefs of U-17 and to my surprise, a temporary warden of Team Cerberus. Or so the coaches call them. As of now, we're in the middle of the bistro in the afternoon.

"Is Alivia-san here? I have something to give her."

I show the bag in hand.

"Actually, it's her day off, so she might be in her room."

"Thank you."

I bow before heading to the dormitory. It's still strange that Coach Tsuge would allow his daughter to stay on the second-floor where us middle schoolers dorm. Probably to steer her away from high schoolers who could do her harm.

'Then again, maybe it's the other way around. She did demonstrate her fighting skills.'

I reach Room 213 and knock three times.

"Who is it?"

"It's Kite."

I wait until she unlocks the door.

"Hello, Kite-kun. Did you need something?"

I push up my glasses and hand her the bag.

"For me?"

"Yeah."

She reaches in and gasps when holding it up.

"My jacket...but the sleeve got torn."

"You said it was your favorite, so I decided to mend it. I threw in an intricate design to have more appeal."

"Wow, it's beautiful—I love it. Thank you, Kite-kun."

"You're welcome."

That's when she giggles to herself.

"What's so funny?"

"Ah, well...it's not that I can't sew or knit, but I always end up poking my fingers with the needle."

"That's unfortunate," I awkwardly chuckle.

"Anyway, I appreciate you doing this for me."

"It was my pleasure."

"Speaking of which, I'm still curious to see your designs."

"In that case, I'll get my album from my dorm."

"You're not busy with practice?"

"Not today. Wait here and I'll get it."

"I'll leave the door open."

After retrieving the folder, I go inside Alivia-san's room, seeing her sitting one of the desks

"Hm?"

I then notice the cage and a hamster with brownish-gray and white fur.

"Oh, that's Oni-san's hamster. His name is Kaede. Oni-san says I can take care of him whenever I want."

"Hoh~...he's pretty cute."

"Isn't he?"

I put the album in front of her, opening it.

"I've organized them from past to present designs."

"You even have some sketches in here."

She flips through the pages.