Prince of Tennis: Reporting In, the Princess Has Run Away Again!

A collective rebellion by wild Systems caused task worlds across the board to collapse, with fanfiction worlds suffering the worst. To fix things, the Main System sent out its most trusted ace Systems. System 007 was dispatched to the Prince of Tennis world.

Oh, all it had to do was keep the world stable. OOC was fine.

Huh? The key was a girl. She was a princess from a mysterious kingdom?

Easy, just bind her as my Host.

What? The original body is dead, and the soul is about to vanish? Quick, find a compatible soul to fuse with it!

Unfortunately, I'm that unlucky soul!

Don't bind me, I won't go to that world, and I won't do the tasks. That's three no's from me.

Wait, you want me to fall in love with the Prince of Tennis boys? Well, I suppose I can make an exception.

But when I got to the task world and saw my baby body, I was stunned. How am I supposed to date anyone when I'm this tiny little thing?

After finally making it to my teenage years, can someone tell me why I'm not the only CP? Why am I connected to all the princes?

Look, the aristocratic Atobe is my childhood friend; the cool-as-ice Tezuka is the boy next door; the godlike Yukimura is my unrequited love; and the Bible, Shiraishi, is my upperclassman.

And there's the cocky Ryoma, the squinty-eyed Fuji, the stern Sanada, the lively Toyama... I'm close to all of them.

So every day, I'm either caught in a love triangle or on my way to one.

System, get out here! I promise I won't beat you to death!

Oops, I've been found out.

Never mind, better run first. I'll deal with you later.