Everyday Romance with the One and Only

I'm dating the gentlest, most perfect tennis club heartthrob He's called a genius, and he's good at everything. Piano, horseback riding, judo, photography, gardening: he excels at them all. Especially ball games! His skills are superb, his form and playing style are beautiful, and he can return all kinds of tricky, bizarre, high-difficulty shots. But Me: "Senpai Fuji, I really, really, really like you today too!" The moment I say it, the bright red affection meter above his head shoots straight to the top. Help, it's going to, it's going to explode Um, sorry, I forgot to mention that the shot he seems worst at returning is my straightforward confession. · But even the gentlest, most perfect person seems to have sharp, predatory fangs. One time, after we had a little spat, I said, "...I hate you." Then he pinned me in a corner. There was no escaping My heart skipped a beat. I looked up and suddenly found myself gazing into his deep blue eyes, open for who knows how long, like the sky after fresh snow. ·Yep, it's a sweet romance! ·The story takes place during high school. Theme: Love should be mutual.