Tennis Stars (Ryoga x Reader)

Nanjiro

Ryoga and I were, as usual, walking to his house after school. We had an English test today, of course, we aced it because we're both fluent in English.
"Nanjiro!" I called, throwing open the door as I strode into their home like it was my own. And I guess it kinda is because I'm in here so often.
"Nanjiro! I want to play a game!" I shouted again.
"What about me?" Ryoga pouted.
"I beat you a little bit ago. That's not going to change in a couple of days," I said, poking his nose. He frowned and then sighed.
"Hai, fine. But I'm watching the game," Ryoga said.
"Nanjiro!" I hollered, cupping my hands around my mouth. "Come on, Nanjiro! I want to play a game! If you don't come here right now, I'll tell Rinko where you hide your girly magazines!"
I heard pounding footsteps and then Nanjiro appeared in front of me.
"I'll play! I'll do whatever you want! But don't tell Rinko!" Nanjiro pleaded. I smirked and flicked him in the forehead before making him stand up.
"You and me, Nanjiro. We're going outside to the courts and playing a game, you're not going to hold back or give me any of your handicaps," I said with a scowl at him. He always used handicaps on me. It was disappointing that he thinks that low of me.
"Hai!" Nanjiro shouted, rushing out to their backyard. By the time Ryoga and I got out there, Nanjiro was already waiting for me with his racket in his hand. Huh, magazines really are his life. He'd still be a pro now if he didn't retire.
"One set match, Y/n to serve!" Ryoga called, sitting on the steps of the bell.
I tossed the ball lightly into the air and then slammed it down. Yet unsurprisingly, Nanjiro returned it like it was nothing. We did rally for about five minutes every now and then. Each rally was hard to keep up and continously tired me out with each hit and run. Eventually I managed to score a game, but the sad thing was, Nanjiro was currently at three games. 3-1. I was losing miserably for my skill level. But then again, what can you expect from a pro? To lose to an amateur? Yeah, I don't think Nanjiro's that kind of person. Maybe I know that because Ryoma doesn't back down from a fight and Ryoma's Nanjiro's kid by blood. As for Ryoga, he's just like Ryoma except he's not their kid by blood. He's only Ryoma's half-brother.
I turned to a few other moves as soon as Nanjiro hit a lob. Instead of doing a normal smash, I used Ryoma's Cyclone Smash and took another game back from Nanjiro scoring the last point.
3-2.
Ryoga was watching intently.
"So, Y/n, I heard you kissed Ryoga," Nanjiro called. I faltered and let three balls slip past me in record time. He was just trying to distract me. I'm not going to let that happen.
"I also know you sleep in his room with him a lot," Nanjiro smirked. "What are you two doing at night?"
I scowled and put my full strength behind my return, shattering the strings on Nanjiro's racket without mercy.
"Maybe if you had stayed out of your business, I wouldn't be telling Rinko about your magazines," I scowled, knocking the racket out of his hand with another hit.

Ryoga's P.O.V

I blinked as Y/n walked off the court and into the house. She'd keep her word. She always does. And what Otosan said was true. Y/n did come over a lot and she did spend the night in my room. But we'd fall asleep talking or playing games on the ground. As for the kiss, that was me. I kissed Y/n, Y/n didn't kiss me first.
I turned back to Otosan and scowled. Otosan was smirking at where Y/n had walked off. For a second his eyes reminded me of Tezuka's when he spoke about Ryoma being the pillar of Seigaku. He'd done that on purpose. Not to throw Y/n off balance and let her guard down, but to strengthen her and teach her not to be distracted. To show her what she can do against pros. And to think, my perverted father threw away his girly magazines to help her out.

Y/n's P.O.V

So I ended up avoiding Ryoga for the rest of the day before I finally saw him at night when I was out walking on a small bridge.
"Sorry for walking out," I said. "But he doesn't know what he was talking about. And your mom did destroy the magazines, burned them in a fire. Some reason Nanjiro didn's seem that upset about it. I don't get why he doesn't seem that upset. He loves his girly magazines. After all, he's a dirty old man." I scowled at the last part and Ryoga laughed.
"Sometimes I don't get why he does what he does. But when he does something good, it's rare. One should appreciate that," Ryoga smiled wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I nodded and looked up at him.
"But where'd you get that wisdom?" I teased. "I didn't think you could talk with big words."
"Aww," Ryoga pouted. I laughed and then leaned against him as I looked out at the water, the moon reflecting on its surface.
I guess what he said is true. One should appreciate rare chances when they come to one.
Those words are going to stay with me forever.

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