The Awkward Prince of Prince of Tennis

[Book Blurb]: You stand shoulder to shoulder with him. In the zodiac, Gemini and Sagittarius are worlds apart. Your hair brushes against his beneath the trees, chestnut brown tangling with jet black. The moment they choose to press the START button... What are the odds? Your eyes meet his. Your fingertips touch. “Please, come with me.” This feeling, this emotion... Let’s call it love, for now. [Just a Friendly Note]: All right, I’ve finally gone mad and dared to start a Prince of Tennis fic. The heroine is neither omnipotent nor familiar with the plot. You could call this a sister fic. The story and setting are different from the other one, but the inspiration came from a conversation. The male lead was decided from the start: Hiyoshi Wakashi of Hyotei. *Shrugs.* Most of the characters I like in Prince of Tennis are cannon fodder among cannon fodder. As for the setup, I don’t know whether it counts as a minefield: it’s a transmigration story that isn’t really transmigration... So please bring your own mine detector. Finally, to borrow a line from a certain lord: “If you take it seriously, you lose.” If you don’t take it seriously, I lose. (Gets mobbed. That lord didn’t say the second part.) Related fic: