Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"Nothing." It seemed that ever since he agreed to help the girl confess to Tezuka, he had been feeling suffocated and indescribably annoyed. "I was just asking casually. If you don't want to say it, forget it, Tezuka."

It is.

What reason does he have to care about Tezuka's private affairs?

All I have to do is help him manage the tennis club, and Tezuka can take care of the rest on his own.

What can't he do well?

Even if you want to fall in love...

If you're in love...

It’s not my turn to worry about it.

He has no selfish motives, no!

I'm just worried that Tezuka will slack off on tennis club matters because of this.

Although Tezuka is very reliable and always appears to be cool and reserved, he is still young after all and has never been in a relationship.

If you really meet someone you like, you never know what will happen.

Things like "thunder in heaven and fire on earth" and "golden wind and jade dew meeting each other" are not impossible.

Humph! When the time comes, it will be up to me, as a coach, to do more to clean up the mess for him.

So it's understandable that I'm unhappy.

Yes, it is like that.

There is no other reason.

No!

I also washed his clothes and made snacks for him.

Humph, why should you be so nice to him? He is not mine.

No matter how good a person is, he or she will belong to someone else sooner or later.

Then I thought of Ryoma Echizen.

The cat prince at home has been inexplicably indifferent to me these days.

When asked, he said nothing: "I'm tired, I'm sleepy, I went to practice," three excuses he kept giving, his attitude was perfunctory and insincere to the extreme. It seems that the rebelliousness of adolescence has returned.

This happens day by day.

You've grown wings and are here to torture and annoy me, right?

I'm old and easy to bully...

Okay, go ahead, I don’t need you.

I feel peaceful when I am alone.

"It's up to you anyway. I have no right to control you." Nanjiro said aggrievedly with his eyes downcast.

"Mr. Nanjiro, can you please not say such angry words to me?" Tezuka Kunimitsu pleaded with him in a low voice.

"who……"

He wanted to retort, but when he looked up and saw the tenderness in Tezuka's eyes, he was speechless.

Damn it, just relying on your good looks.

Just because I like you, I will be soft-hearted towards you.

In front of me, you always appear calm and at ease.

Nanjiro regretted it.

I shouldn't look at him.

The first sight is a mistake.

Tezuka Kunimitsu cupped his face and kissed him gently on the cheek.

It should be a matter of moments, but Nanjiro feels that it is very close and affectionate.

He hadn't expected Tezuka to do that.

"What are you doing?"

"nothing."

"Nothing is..."

What did you want by kissing him so suddenly without giving any reasonable explanation?

Nanjiro felt that he could no longer understand Tezuka.

"Do you still know nothing, Mr. Nanjiro?" asked Kunimitsu Tezuka.

"What?" He didn't seem to understand what this meant.

Isn't it obvious? My own feelings.

Although I tried my best to hide it, the desire to be good to him, not to let him get hurt, and to love him existed all the time.

I want him to know, hoping he can respond to me; but I also don’t want him to know, fearing that he will be distressed.

You should understand. Kunimitsu Tezuka sometimes thinks this way.

Like Nanjiro, he also has moments when he feels at a loss in this intimate relationship.

It's just that he's good at covering it up.

He didn't know when he started dreaming.

Floating, fantastic and magnificent.

The scattered fragments seem to have no meaning in the dream, but return to reality.

shocking.

The dream was all about him.