Prince Of Tennis x Reader

Ryoma x Reader OS

You had known Ryoma for about 3 months now. You played tennis and weren't naturally skilled. You had to work extremely hard to do most things. You were at the street tennis courts practicing with Sakuno. "You're getting a lot better y/n-Chan!" She praised serving the ball. "Thanks! You are too!" You said returning the ball. You played for a while until Sakuno had to go home. You were about to leave when three teenage boys obviously older than you came onto the courts. "What are you doing on our courts?" One asked walking up to you. "This is a public court it doesn't belong to you." You said. You were walking away when one of them hit a ball right past you inches away from your face. You froze. "You're not going anywhere!" One of them said shoving you to the ground. "Just leave me alone jerks!" "Fine we'll leave you alone if you can beat me." The tallest one said. You nodded and took your position at the other end of the court. You served the ball as hard as you could which he returned with ease. It sped right past you. "15-0" You cringed. The game continued and you lost pitifully. "Now, get on your knees and call us master." You felt a lump form in your throat. Suddenly a ball passed in front of you. "Sorry, served too hard." Ryoma came out and stepped onto the courts. You didn't dare to talk. "Ne, why don't you play against me?" Ryoma said smirk and all to the tallest one you had played. He laughed. "Sure kid." You got off the court and sat on the bench sulking as Ryoma won the game without a problem. The lump grew. "T-this kids nuts! Let's go!" The guys ran off frightened by Ryoma's unnatural natural abilities. "Mada Mada Dane." He said as they left. He walked over to you and handed you your favorite soda. "I had extra." He said. You clenched a fist. You stormed off leaving the soda there not even bothering to grab your racquet or jacket. Hot tears ran down your cheeks. You ran off to a railing that overlooked the sunset. You just wanted to be alone. You felt a breeze pass by and rubbed your arms feeling colder by the second. You gasped as you felt a familiar warmth around your arms. You turned and saw Ryoma placing your jacket around your shoulders. "You left your racquet too." He said handing it to you. You took it and turned around without another word. "It's not like you to be quiet." He remarked. You said nothing for a while until you felt the lump reform and tears start spilling once more. "Nande?...." "Why what?" You clenched a fist and turned around furiously. "Why is it that no matter how hard I try I can never catch up to you?! Why is it that no matter how hard I work it means nothing because I don't have natural talent?! Why?! And why do you come in and save me like that when we both know you don't care about me anyways?! Are you just trying to prove than you're better than me?! Or is that just a bonus to taking pity on me?! Why?! Why did I have to fall for someone like you?!" You furiously spat out. You sobbed with your hands over your face not wanting him to see you like this. You saw his surprised expression through the spaced of your fingers. He awkwardly pulled your toward his chest holding you tightly. "I'm sorry....I never thought about how you felt watching me play.....but you should know that hard work counts for something. If someone has talent but don't try they won't win. You will get better." "Ryoma....why are you comforting me?" You asked softly. "Mada Mada Dane." Before you could yell at him for not answering your question he kissed you softly and quickly. You touched your finger to your lips where his warmth had just been. "You're oblivious you know." He let go of you. "Why-" "Why do you think I just kissed you? Isn't it obvious I like you too?" He admitted blushing and hiding his face. Your felt your heart jump as you blushed lightly. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the courts. "Where are we going?" "You're helping me practice." He blushed lightly. "W-what?!" "Tennis moron. Get your princely head out of the gutter."