Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

"He is a very gentle person. You will know when you meet him. It is impossible to describe him with just a few sweet words. I think he is the only one who can speak freely and without taboos in front of Tezuka."

Yuko couldn't hide what was in her mind: "Senior Fuji, why does it sound to me like you like that Mr. Nanjiro?" She kept saying good things about others, as if she was praising her own partner.

One point good can be said to be ten points good.

Fuji Shusuke was stunned for a moment, then he reacted. Contrary to Yuko's expectations, he did not refute.

"No one who has met him doesn't like him. Even if you don't want to admit it, you can't say it.

It's a lie." Fuji Shusuke's smile was a bit self-deprecating.

He looked at the innocent and lovely Nanako. Her eyes were clear, as if he could see through her at a glance.

Add to that a little bit of confusion - to put it nicely, it's naivety, to put it bluntly, it's stupidity - and he looks three points like someone.

His heart was slightly moved, and his hand reached out involuntarily and rubbed Nanako's hair.

The girl's hair is very fine and feels soft and light.

Extremely obedient and proper.

Fuji Shusuke's eyes gradually dimmed.

not him.

His hair was far from being so well behaved.

If he were a cat, he would lie on his lap obediently.

Let yourself stroke every inch of fur on its back...

It will make a comfortable purring sound, and its long furry tail will gently sweep across the back of your hand, which is itchy but not annoying.

If you pinch its rebellious tail, it will hum in dissatisfaction, then raise its proud round eyes that seem to be angry but not angry, as if to say: Put down my tail now, or I won’t let you touch it.

If he were a cat, Fuji Shusuke would be willing to use all his heart to raise him and love him.

No matter what wrong he did, even if it was knocking over his favorite cacti, Fuji Shusuke thought that he would not blame him at all.

Instead, I was worried that his soft paws would get stuck with thorns and he would cry in pain.

"Wuwuwu, Fuji, it hurts. It's all your fault. The cactus poked me. Wuwuwu..."

It was clearly he who tested the cactus out of fun, but he ended up blaming me like this.

Because he was injured, it was the cactus' fault.

If you don't think about it carefully, looking at his pitiful appearance, you will really think that there is nothing wrong with his logic.

Holding the soft body in his arms, Fuji Shusuke coaxed it softly: "Don't cry, I will send the cactus away so that you will never see them again, okay?"

Cactus: So love will disappear, right?

Nanjiro blinked and looked at the row of emerald green and vibrant cacti on the balcony.

Without them, the room wouldn't be so bright...

It doesn't want to be separated from them.

Even though they have thorns on them.

So Nanjiro stopped making trouble.

"I, I forgive them, just send them away, there's no need..."

It also knew that it was its own fault, so it spoke with a guilty conscience.

"Well. Nanjiro is such a good boy." Fuji Shusuke chuckled and touched the cat's head.

God knows how much he likes to see its arrogant look when it knows it has done something wrong but refuses to admit it.

How nice it would be if he was a cat, a cat that belonged to me...

Fuji Shusuke thought, we will definitely be happy.

pity……