The Prince of Tennis: The Prince Who Reads Too Much Into Things

This is the story of a poker-faced girl who transmigrates into the world of Prince of Tennis, into the body of a villainess hated by the princes. Especially when the heroine by their side seems like a saintly, naive, somewhat clumsy girl, life as the villainess becomes very difficult. Extremely difficult... The legendary villainess couldn't help raising her right index finger to her temple. Lately, she had been doing it much more often. Heaven knew she hadn't even gotten close to the heroine before various princes kept jumping out to stop her. "Aiba Ikuko, you wicked woman! What have you done to Sakura this time?" the red-haired boy demanded angrily. "The captain would never like an evil woman with a heart as twisted as yours!" the seaweed-haired boy threatened, sounding childish. "Aiba, as a student of Rikkai, you really shouldn't do something like this," the gentlemanly boy kindly reminded her. "You're too lax!!!" the stern-faced boy scolded. "According to the data, there is an 87 percent chance that Aiba Ikuko did this on purpose," the boy with the ponytail coolly analyzed. "Aiba, please behave yourself." The beautiful boy's usually smiling face turned cold. Su Yu, who had been misunderstood time and again, couldn't help propping her forehead up with one hand. I haven't even touched a single hair on the heroine's head, so how did you all manage to imagine all kinds of scenes where I'm doing this and that to her? Boys, making things up in your heads is an illness. It needs treatment. The usual tired old tropes, no explanation needed... There'll be a little something new later =￣ω￣=~ For now, this is the classic Prince of Tennis revenge story setup. It's just a self-indulgent wish-fulfillment romp. If things go off track later... come and hit me~~~ And again, jump in at your own risk! The male lead was tentatively set as Atobe before I started writing, but I can't rule out changing him if I really can't figure out how to make Atobe fall for the heroine, or if I have a serious brain glitch. Theme: