The Downward Spiral towards Addiction
as told by ginny
It's an addiction; he knows.
He didn't care for it much at the beginning, but many addictions start out that way.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was unnecessary. He had no idea who this pigtailed girl was, and he didn't care for her or her 'good mornings' either. Her speaking to him was a hindrance; it took him out of his very important thoughts about tennis. She just barely didn't make it past the "annoyance" line. Just barely.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was becoming habitual. He knew because once she was sick and didn't come to school, and it felt strange that he didn't hear it. But he didn't need it. He didn't need it at all. It was just part of a habit that he had gotten used to. If she had suddenly vanished, Ryoma would fall out of the habit just as easy as he fell in. Habits were, after all, quite easy for him to break.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was just mildly enjoyable, just the slightest bit pleasurable. But he still didn't need it. Come tomorrow, if she had disappeared and he never heard her say his name again, he wouldn't care at all. His being would not be touched in the least and he would go on and forget she ever existed at all. She was just another person, and people come and go. And there was nothing special about this one anyway.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was easy on his ears. He figured this out because Momo pushed him into a mob of girls after a match and when they all tried to talk to him, he found their voices grating on his nerves. After the unwelcome experience, Ryoma had to admit that her soft sweetness outshined them all. Still, it wasn't as if he needed to hear her speak. He just preferred hearing her voice to others.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was a source of strength. Hearing it always managed to pump him up before a tennis match, and when he happened not to hear it, he felt as though there was something lacking while he played. He decided that although he didn't really need or even really want her, it was nice to know that there was someone there who was cheering him on. It was just a nice feeling, he supposed.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was beginning to drive him crazy. These days, there was not much else he heard in his head. And when he didn't hear it in actuality, he just thought of it even more. He didn't understand that. He couldn't fathom why he kept thinking about her and her sweet voice. He couldn't comprehend why it pained him, just a little, when he thought of what it'd be like if he didn't hear her voice tomorrow. He was beginning to feel the effects of a growing attachment, and he didn't like that at all.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was an addiction. He had been duped. In the end, she wasn't the fool—he was. He was duped by some insignificant, clumsy, bumbling, bad-tennis-playing, slightly dumb, but slightly pretty, kind, sweet, caring, full-of-warmth girl. When he realized what it had become, he started to think of ways to get rid of her—ways to break this foolish addiction. But the more he thought of it, the more horrified he grew, because he realized he didn't really want to break it.
"Ryoma-kun, ohayo."
It was love.
A/N: just a short sweet. enjoy! oh, and happy 10000 to RLSP! congrats:)