Prince of Tennis: Hold My Hand

Blurb:

By some cruel twist of fate, when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a strange new world.

She was unwilling, but there was nothing she could do.

Was meeting him a debt to be repaid, or fate bringing them together?

Could holding hands bring her a lifetime of devotion?

P.S. This is a simple, fluffy story with no feuds or tangled passions. I wrote it simply because I love Prince of Tennis. It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten parts of the plot, so some details may differ from the original. Please don’t throw bricks at me. Thanks for understanding!