[Prince of Tennis / Ryoma Echizen] All Roads Lead to Ryoma

Echizen Ryoma met a very strange girl.

No matter when or where they were,

no matter the circumstances,

whatever he said, she would always reply with the same words:

"Because I like you."

*

One day, when Haruka Amamiya hadn't fully woken up, her English teacher called her to the front. In front of the whole class, she wrote the English version of "All roads lead to Rome" on the blackboard as "All roads lead to Ryoma." It seemed like she was getting worse at hiding how much she liked Echizen Ryoma.

But the girl had been used to concealing everything she liked for years, so she didn't care.

In a way, she hadn't even gotten it wrong. In Haruka Amamiya's eyes, all roads led to Ryoma, and everything in the world could be turned into Echizen Ryoma.

She secretly bought Ponta because of him, loved milk because of him, played pranks on her neighbor Kunimitsu Tezuka because of him, and even failed English because of him. Every mess she got into, every mistake she made, and every stupid thing she did was because of him.

Haruka Amamiya: It's all because of love~ (Inner thought: Making up rules is so easy~)

Echizen Ryoma: Heh, thanks a lot.

But she never expected things to eventually turn into this:

Echizen Ryoma: Damn it, you really do like me! But you're still a long way off!

*The whole world thought she was madly in love with him. Only he knew she didn't like him at all.

No one in the whole world ever imagined he would fall for her, least of all her. But it was true.

"You told me you liked me so many times before. Now I want to make it come true."

"All roads lead to Ryoma."

[Echizen Ryoma x original female lead] [Set during middle school]

[Purehearted prince x bold, outspoken chatterbox] [Straightforward girl gets through to the tsundere]

[Mostly everyday life / very few competition scenes / OOC and extensive headcanon warnings]

[Beginner-level writing] [A silly, sweet story that isn't meant to be read too seriously]

[Updates when inspiration strikes, but I won't abandon it / No need to tell me if you drop it / No writing advice, please]

Theme: True love may arrive late, but it won't be absent forever.