Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Kunimitsu Tezuka didn't leave for too long. When he came back, he sat down next to Nanjiro Echizen.

There was some distance between the two of them.

He handed a bottle of mineral water to Echizen Nanjiro: "Are you feeling better, Mr. Nanjiro?"

Echizen Nanjiro said "hmm" and smiled, "I'm fine, just a little tired."

After taking the water from Tezuka's hand, Echizen Nanjiro was about to unscrew the bottle cap, but unexpectedly found that the bottle cap had been unscrewed by someone else first.

As for who this person is, it goes without saying.

As for?

Echizen Nanjiro was unhappy. In Tezuka's eyes, he was so weak that he couldn't even open a bottle cap?

Sulking, he gulped down half a bottle of water.

Humph, damn Tezuka, he actually looked down on me.

But he also knew that Tezuka had just gone to buy water for him.

How should I put it? Bubbles of emotion kept popping up in my heart.

"Thank you, Tezuka." He lowered his head and smiled.

"According to common sense, I should be the one taking care of you, but the fact is that you always take care of me." Echizen Nanjiro complained, "Ah, so depressing, in front of you, Tezuka, my adult identity is simply meaningless."

"You're fine." Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at him and affirmed.

"Even if you say that, I will..." I won't be happy, no.

Echizen Nanjiro's eyes couldn't help but drift away.

There's no way, Tezuka Kunimitsu was praising him, the same Tezuka Kunimitsu who looked very powerful and cool in the anime.

Although I found out that he is a very gentle and kind boy after getting along with him, but, but...

Still couldn't help but giggle happily.

"I hope I haven't caused you any trouble."

"Never, Nanjiro-san."

"Yeah, Tezuka is a good kid."

Echizen Nanjiro blinked, then suddenly moved closer and looked directly at his face.

"Mr. Nanjiro, you..."

too close.

Fortunately, this place is relatively remote and few people come here, otherwise it would have attracted a large number of spectators as early as when Tezuka Kunimitsu sat down next to Echizen Nanjiro.

Because these two people are the type that are eye-catching enough when taken individually, let alone when put together.

After spending a long time with Tezuka, Echizen Nanjiro slowly began to be able to read Tezuka's emotions from his calm face.

He knew that Tezuka was nervous, and the smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows became more obvious. At the same time, he whispered to persuade: "Tezuka, how about I give you a reward?" It was like a witch deep in the forest using candy to lure a lost child.

Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned for a moment, then slowly asked, "What is it?"

The smile on his face suddenly became mysterious and charming, and he only said, "Take off my hairband. Be careful."

Tezuka Kunimitsu stared at his slightly flushed face, and a rare undercurrent surged in his heart.

At this moment, my thoughts seemed to have stagnated, but also seemed to be running at an overspeed.

Is he going to give the headband to himself as a reward?

Tezuka Kunimitsu remembered again that Atobe Keigo also had Mr. Nanjiro's headband.

Was it the same gift I gave to him? Just like I was giving it to myself right now.

A hint of gloom quickly passed through his heart, making Tezuka Kunimitsu feel an extremely obvious pain.

Have you ever kissed him, too, like he did today on the corner of your lips?

How many people did you offend when I was not with you?

Why does it seem like everyone likes you?

It turns out that I am not the only one who can see your goodness...

First it was Fuji, then Atobe, and then others, and maybe there will be more people in the future.

I want to hide him. I don't want others to see him.

When he realized this thought, Kunimitsu Tezuka was shocked again.

Is this feeling jealousy?

Is he jealous? He is jealous of other people who are too close to Mr. Nanjiro.

I actually had such an emotion.

However, Mr. Nanjiro is not anyone's property. He belongs only to himself.

Tezuka Kunimitsu stretched out his hand in the direction of the headband on his head: "Mr. Nanjiro."

"Ok?"

"Who do you like better, me or Atobe?"

Kunimitsu Tezuka thought that he might be crazy.

"Ah, Tezuka, you..."

Echizen Nanjiro looked up in surprise, because he never thought Tezuka would ask him such a question.

"Tezuka, why are you..." like a little child.

Echizen Nanjiro thought about it carefully. Tezuka was just a child at his age. It was because he had been relying on Tezuka unilaterally that he felt he was reliable and that he was no different from an adult.

When he thought about how Tezuka also had such a cute side, he wanted to laugh again.

"You, it's you. I like you the most, Tezuka."

Atobe is Karutsuki's favorite, it's enough that he likes Tezuka.

Tezuka is also childish.

However, he kept this in his heart and didn't say it out loud. It would be bad if he made Tezuka angry.

"Also, don't pay attention to what Atobe said. He is just like that. He always likes to say some unclear things. Tezuka, don't listen to him." Echizen Nanjiro saw the opportunity and quickly explained to Tezuka, expressing his attitude and thoughts, "My headband was also taken away by Atobe himself."

"But it's really strange." Echizen Nanjiro was puzzled. "What does Atobe want my headband for? It's not new and it's not a limited edition brand. Or do rich people think differently?"

When Kunimitsu Tezuka saw him frowning and thinking seriously, his originally depressed mood couldn't help but ease up.

This person seems to understand nothing.

At least for now, it's a good thing.

Mr. Nanjiro will not notice other people's special feelings towards him, nor will he notice his own.

This is good. As long as I can be with him and see his smile, it's good enough.

Although my "like" for him and his "like" to me are two different emotions, and although he may never know my true feelings for him.

Mr. Nanjiro can tell me that he likes me without any scruples, and can laugh or cry in front of me.

He can do whatever he wants, but there is very little he can do.

A close kiss had taken all the strength.

Kunimitsu Tezuka never thought of himself as powerful, but he never imagined that one day he would appear so insignificant.

In the process of getting along with a person, in a relationship.

Tezuka Kunimitsu stared at his slightly drooped brows without moving his gaze for a moment.

"It seems that I am still the one..."

Echizen Nanjiro's original idea was to let Tezuka discover it himself, but Tezuka has not taken any action until now.

He was the one who couldn't wait because he really wanted to give such a thing to Tezuka.

He wanted to pull the headband off himself, but Kunimitsu Tezuka stopped him.

"Let me do it, Mr. Nanjiro."

Gently pulling off his hairband, the desire to hold this man in my arms grew stronger.

At this moment, a streak of pink passed in front of him and landed on the bench between the two of them.

"Tezuka, didn't I tell you to be careful?"

Echizen Nanjiro quickly picked up the little flower carefully, placed it in the palm of his hand, looked at it left, right, up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem.

Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at the palm of Echizen Nanjiro.

It was a light pink flower, a type he didn't recognize.

The overlapping layers of small petals create a unique character that is extremely delicate, soft and gorgeous.

"This is my favorite." There was a hint of regret in his expression, but he handed the flower over without hesitation, "For you, Tezuka."

Tezuka Kunimitsu took it with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He had not expected that there were plants on Mr. Nanjiro's body.

Echizen Nanjiro thought Tezuka was surprised that he hid the flowers in his headband: "There's nothing I can do about it. I don't have any pockets. If I hold it directly in my hand, I'm worried that someone else will take it away, so..."

Luckily he had the foresight to hide it, otherwise there would be nothing to give to Tezuka.

Echizen Nanjiro took the hairband from Tezuka Kunimitsu and simply tied his hair again.

Kunimitsu Tezuka hadn't seen enough of his long hair being loose - but perhaps he couldn't see enough of it - so he had already restored his hair to its original high ponytail.

"I will treasure it, Mr. Nanjiro."

"Then don't be angry, Tezuka."

Tezuka Kunimitsu pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said calmly, "I'm not angry, Mr. Nanjiro."

"I actually hope you're not angry, but my wrist has been protesting." Echizen Nanjiro chuckled and stretched out his left hand towards the sun. "Tezuka was scary at that time. It was terrifying."

Tezuka Kunimitsu took his hand and moved his entire arm in front of his eyes for a closer inspection.

There was a bright red mark on the left wrist.

He looked pitiful, as if he was crying about how harshly he had been treated.

It was at that time...I actually hurt him.

"Feel sorry."

"Actually it's not bad."

Echizen Nanjiro regretted it. He actually didn't want Tezuka to blame himself. If he had known this earlier, he would not have mentioned it.

Tezuka Kunimitsu gently held his hand and said, "There is a medical kit over there in the team. I'll take you there to get some medicine."

"What!" Echizen Nanjiro's eyes widened, "You still need to apply medicine for this?"

How much does Tezuka despise himself?

"Tezuka, do you think I'm the Princess and the Pea or Thumbelina?" Echizen Nanjiro protested angrily, "Humph, it was the same last time. It was only a minor injury, but you insisted on making me go to the hospital. In the end, the doctor refused to accept my medical expenses."

"You should take care of yourself." Tezuka Kunimitsu said seriously, "and your injury was caused by me, I should be responsible for you."

"It's not an injury at all, it's just a little red on the skin, Tezuka you're exaggerating."

"I'll be worried, Nanjiro-san."

Echizen Nanjiro whispered: "Tezuka, why are you so worried about me..."

"Be obedient, Mr. Nanjiro."

"Tezuka, you..." He turned away and whispered, "You all treat me like a child."

Maybe, Tezuka Kunimitsu thought involuntarily.

No matter how much I care about you, it's not enough.

Because calm adults won’t be so lovable.