Psychotic Devil Player (Prince of Tennis)

Genius Play 17 - Suki tte Ii na yo

Ryoka's POV:

I dreamed about Kirihara.

A dream where the priest asked whether he will willingly take me as his bride and will look after me till death do us apart and stuffs, he screamed in horror.

Apparently, it seems that I threatened him to marry me.

And so, the marriage was cancelled.

It didn't finish there. He exited the church with some other girl, who seemed to be pregnant.

And then, as I was about to go off and kill him as well as the girl, I was suddenly woken up in alarm by a heavy metal tone.

I rubbed my eyes and hit the snooze button on my phone...and tried my very best to continue that susceptible dream.

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As you can see, I got late because of that.

But only late as in I didn't go for the morning tennis practice, I was still early for school.

After putting my shoes inside the locker and putting my indoor shoes, I walked swiftly to homeroom.

That's when I was stopped by Hatori.

"Ohayo gozaimasu, Ryoka-chan!~" She greeted. I returned her greeting with a fleet nod.

Then, she started talking gibberish again.

"So, now that you discovered your feelings for sempai, what are you going to do? Will you be embarrassed?"

I gave her a look. Do I look like the type to blush, fawn and so on?

She laughed. "I thought so! So, what are you going to do?"

Normally, in yaoi mangas...Wait. What's my role?

Am I the uke or the seme?

But with Kirihara's demeanor and how he blushes so easily, acting so cute and all....Yeah, he's the uke.

I'm the seme. Well, that's obvious.

"Since I'm the seme, I guess I am the one doing most of the work, huh?" I said out loud. "Not that I mind."

"Huh?" She looked at me, startled.

"No, nothing," I shook my head. "So, you're saying that I should...do my part?"

"Eh, etto, yeah," She answered, hesitantly.

"So, I'm going to tie him up and then --beep-- and will insert my --beep-- and then make him go-"

"STOP!" She shrieked. "Do you have any idea that you're still thirteen? More over, you're a girl! You don't have that....thing."

"Ah," I slammed my fist to my palm. "I forgot about that. Well, I will use a fake toy then."

"That's not the point!" She yelled back at me. Finally taking a huge breath, she asked, "Look here, I will help you...But are you sure that you like Kirihara?"

"I don't know," I answered. "I guess I do."

"Let's see...Um, imagine you and Kirihara do on a romantic dinner date at the restaurant and all the girls were staring and drooling at Kirihara. What will you do?" She told me, her eyes shining with excitement.