Psychotic Devil Player (Prince of Tennis)

Genius Play 18 - Stop Those Twirls!

Ryoka's POV:

"Mata tennis ka, Ryoka-san?" Hatori asked, sighing for the umpteenth time. She chewed on the bun she bought earlier while glancing at me.

"Yeah," I said, nodding slightly. "I have tennis. Again."

"Since...Saeki is not feeling well and she's in the hospital for the time being...," Hatori trailed off. She monitored my expression before saying, "Are you going for the regulars?"

"If I could be any help," I answered, casually.

Hatori chuckled and then, teased, "So, you want to impress Kirihara, huh? Young love, isn't it?~" She showed her tongue in a banter.

"Love?" I echoed. "Meh, I guess so."

Hatori showed a blank expression, incredibly dissatisfied with my reaction. "Can't you be cuter? Deny your love a little? You are not a tsundere at all!" She complained, disappointedly.

"If a couple is together tsundere, it will be like a wrecking ball," I replied. "My reactions have nothing to do with this. I prefer seeing Kirihara flustered."

Hatori gave another void expression. Her vibe completely screams "She's a freaking sadist!"

Is it really that surprising? Do I look like the type to be an M?

***

"You're fighting with Martin today, Echizen," Kirihara announced.

It's been a week since that incident. He's grown accustomed to my bantering and is finally looking to my eyes while speaking.

Kind of.

Anyways, focusing on what is happening right now...

The short twin emerged from behind and gave me a huge pat on my shoulder, shouting, "Let's have a good game, Ryo-ka-chan.~"

Shiver.

Brushing away the place where he touched on my shoulder, I said...nothing.

What were you expecting from me, anyways?

Quite familiar to my irresponsive character, Martin continued to keep his killer smile as he walked to the opposite side of the court. From the outside, I realized a lot of girls are screaming his name.

However, Martin didn't pay attention to them. He didn't look like he even cares about their presence, even though he looks like the type to do so.

"BEST OF ONE SET MATCH! ECHIZEN TO SERVE!"

I threw the ball into the air and then, allowing my racquet to hit it firmly. The ball flew in a normal pace towards Martin's side.

He was so weak, that I instantly got two games from him. I was expecting more from him, but now, I am disappointed.

Well, this means, I can attend the Pocari Sweat limited sale going on downtown on time. That's good.

I threw my ball one more time, feeling absolutely lazy. On the other hand, the ball still speedily flew through the air.

That's when he smiled, creepily.

"Yoroshiku, Ryoka-chan.~"

Do you realize how creepy it was that it gave me the quiver in disgust? Yet the girls standing outside the court screamed so loudly in pleasure, screeching my ears. I swear I thought blood would promptly gush out of my ears.