(Prince of Tennis) Many Years

Standing alone at a street corner,

I am all by myself. Watching the crowds bustle past, surging like the tide...

And so, many years passed.

I have a feeling... I'm going to wreck this story... This is my legendary first fic, TOT. I've been feeling gloomy and conflicted lately, all because of the influence of watching Confessions.

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I swear I'll use author recommendations to get rid of the ads on the right side while reading...