Thanks for Asking, I Get Hit by Tennis Balls Every Day

Tsukimidori Kokushuku had something weighing on his heart. Because of it, he changed his name and appearance, moved away, and never picked up a racket again. After transferring to Rikkai, he simply joined the reading club and became an utterly ordinary student. It was a life he found fairly satisfying. But it wasn’t long before a yellow ball whizzed past his ear. “If you’re this bad at tennis, why don’t you just get lost?” Faced with a bunch of arrogant delinquents and a classmate being bullied, Tsukimidori happened to be passing by. After a moment’s thought, he borrowed a racket. He calmly returned it after watching the bullies get beaten one by one, humiliated and in sorry shape, then quietly slipped away without taking credit. He was just an ordinary student who loved helping his classmates. Then Tsukimidori Kokushuku shot to the top of the school forum. It was an ordinary video, showing little more than his profile. “I ran into an amazing tennis-playing underclassman after school. Are you sure the tennis club doesn’t pick members based on looks?” It started when someone claimed in a post discussing new members in each club that this year’s tennis-club freshmen were so talentless the club had no future. Someone responded by posting this video. As discussion of the new tennis-club members and its gorgeous players exploded, someone on the inside voiced their confusion. 【Did I manage to serve today?: Is this guy really in the tennis club? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.】 After a classmate kindly told him about the thread, Tsukimidori Kokushuku came to read it: …He really wasn’t in the club. In his second year, Rikkai’s ace seaweed head heard that the captain had personally chosen a “future star of the tennis club.” After hearing all sorts of rumors about the guy, he followed the direction an upperclassman pointed and marched off to see what this so-called star looked like. A six-foot-three giant, built like a tank, amazing at tennis… He’d beat him to a pulp! Naturally, he got lost. On the way, he passed the piano room, which was normally deserted. The music flowed like dancing notes, leaping among the white curtains as they swayed in the breeze. The old piano, its black-and-white keys, the familiar figure, and the boy’s fingertips all struck a chord in the heart of Kirihara Akaya, who had never cared much for music. It was his quiet deskmate, who looked like he knew nothing about sports and would probably never shed his sickly reputation. When the piece ended and he remembered why he was there, he spoke without thinking, gesturing as he went. “I’m looking for a big guy who just joined the tennis club. Kokushuku, have you seen him?” His well-behaved, harmless-looking classmate Tsukimidori pointed uncertainly… at himself. The ace seaweed head, who had been planning to fight to the death: ? 1. A crossover story, mainly focused on Rikkai. Includes an alternate-universe teacher Gojo. No question about the 17+4 pairing. 2. Pure friendship in the main story, no couples. Pairing will be decided in the extras. 3. Slow-paced story. The author is a newbie practicing their writing, so apologies for any out-of-character moments. 4. Any differences from the original plot are personal headcanon. 5. Akaya is the only candidate for Rikkai’s next captain. 6. Detective Conan characters will appear as needed for the outline. Please take note. 7. The protagonist heals from past pain and grows, but he’s a genius with a golden finger. Please don’t read if that bothers you. Theme: Healing wounds, not tearing them open.