Tennis Stars (Ryoga x Reader)

Meeting

My dad's a huge fan of tennis. We live in America. He watches it as much as he can. He even rewatches matches that he thinks are spectacular. It's weird, I admit that. But I like tennis as well. I guess he kinda rubbed off on me. I watch tennis in person and on the screen like he does. And today I'm going to go out and watch some kids play street tennis.
"Have fun!" my dad called as I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door.
I paused and breathed in the crisp air. It was the beginning of Fall.
I jumped onto my bike and started moving towards the tennis courts in town. I sat down silently on a bench as I watched a bunch of kids play. This one pair struck me as familiar. Their play style reminded me of someone. But I didn't know anyone personally who played tennis. They all thought it was lame. For me, it was the best.
On each side of the court, a boy stood in shorts and a t-shirt. The boy on the right was tall with dark blackish green hair and a smug smirk on his face. He held onto a blue racket. Meanwhile, the other player also had the same blackish green hair and look on his face. His eyes were focused completely on the match and he held a red racket in his hand.
I watched as he hit the ball with the racket. A twist serve. And he seemed young too. Only about ten probably. The other boy looked to be more around the age fourteen. He returned the serve and it flew past the boy's face.
The match was great. In fact, I got myself lost in it. So lost I didn't see a tennis ball coming at me. I fell on the ground as it slammed into my face. I blinked the stars out of my eyes and saw two hands reaching towards me.
I looked up and saw the two boys looking down at me, both with a hand outstretched. I took them and they pulled me to my feet.
"Thanks," I said. "You guys were great out there."
"Thanks. You like tennis, right?" the older boy asked.
"Uh, yeah," I said. "I'm Y/N."
"Ryoga," he said, shaking my hand.
"Ryoma," the younger boy said, his voice cold. Huh.
"Yeah, well, see you around," I said as I got up to leave.
"Oi, Y/N," Ryoga called. I turned around and an orange was flying towards me. I caught it and waved my hand in a small wave before heading home.

"So, how was it?" my dad asked as I plopped down on the couch.
"Let's just say it was really interesting," I said with a smile on my lips.

The next day I went back to the courts early in the morning. I wasn't expecting anyone to be there, but I heard voices nearby so I followed them.
They led me to Ryoma and Ryoga.
"Oi, hey, Y/N," Ryoga called. "Playing tennis?"
"No. Just looking around. I don't play tennis. I just watch. I would play tennis if I could, but all the tutors are expensive," I said with a shrug.
Ryoga smirked at me. "Then we'll teach you. Also, don't you have school today? It's a Monday, isn't it?"
My eyes widened and I grabbed my bag. Ryoga scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
"Here. Come to this place after school. We have extra rackets and things you can use. Don't worry about bringing anything," Ryoga said, shrugging at me.
"Thanks!" I called as I sprinted to school, barely making it on time.

After school I went to the address on the piece of paper Ryoga had given me.