The Prince of Tennis, CP: Atobe & Jirou.
Well, you said you like me?
There was a fleeting look of surprise in the gray-blue eyes, and then an unknown smile spread out, as if it was natural.
He stared intently at the other person's eyes that were flashing because he couldn't explain what he meant. He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded sharply.
Yes. The man opposite laughed, his voice as pleasant as ever, but at the same time it triggered an unconscious roar in his mind. Is this a funny thing? For Atobe, maybe it is. I deliberately suppressed the sour part of my heart, but nothing was left.
After a long while, he muttered, "Ajibu, please pretend I didn't say anything."
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