Title: Waking Up
Character(s): Ryoma x Sakuno
Rated: K+
Genre: RyoSaku fluff.
Summary: Ryoma hates waking up.
By the light shining through his closed eyelids, Ryoma knew it was time to get up. He just didn't want to. He tried to turn away from it, but it was still bright in the room and he couldn't stop from groaning in annoyance. He mentally cursed the sun for being so bright in the morning, for never failing to creep into his bedroom without detection, for always succeeding in waking him up, especially when he didn't want to. It was an opponent that he couldn't beat, no matter how much he tried.
There was a gentle knock on the door to his room and the man in bed frowned with his eyes closed while he reached over with his arm to the other side of the bed, as if searching for something. His arm touched mere rumpled sheets. Ryoma heard the door open quietly and the soft padding of feet towards him.
"Ryoma…" Her familiar voice controlled his eyelids. No, really, they did. They opened without question, so obediently, that Ryoma could have shown his disgust with them were it not for the person who stood over him.
Sakuno's face was a delicate shade of white, always on the pale side no matter the hours she spent in the sun watching him play tennis. Her silky auburn hair tumbled over her one of her small shoulders, twisted gently so that it mostly stayed together. Her liquid brown eyes were constantly soft, displaying every shade of love you could possibly see in your lifetime. This was the woman who stood next to him now with that softly teasing smile on her face.
"Ryoma, you're going to be late for your match. It's going to start in two hours." She said in her mature voice that evolved drastically as the years passed from junior high to the present years. It should also be noted that Sakuno acquired her grace and the ability to be prompt in high school.
Even though many things about her changed, her shy and quiet personality had remained, with a newly found presence of grace around her. No longer was she awkward or clumsy, but a very pretty woman who turned heads of the male population when walking down the street.
Echizen Ryoma reached out to grasp her hand and pull her down to him. Sakuno bent at the waist curiously to see what her lover wanted, only to have his strong arms lift her up and place her on the bed beside him. Like a cat, he rolled on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows situated at either side of her head. "R-Ryoma?"
Golden orbs glinted mischievously. "The match can wait."
He enjoyed seeing the same deep blush spread across her cheeks. Ryoma dipped his head closer to one of those soft cheeks, his dark emerald locks tickling her lips and neck. Sakuno shivered unconsciously. "T-Tezuka-san hates it when you're late, Ryoma." She breathed quietly.
The young tennis pro scowled and kissed her forehead. "Being a Wimbledon official makes him grumpy."
Sakuno giggled. "Is he going to referee your match?"
Ryoma made an attempt to shrug. "Who knows? It depends on which court I'm playing on."
The woman beneath him reached up to stroke his face. "I'll be cheering for you."
He nodded. "Good."
"You don't always have to win, Ryoma." She whispered.
His dark, slender eyebrows drew together. "Will you be disappointed if I lose?"
Sakuno prodded his nose and his eyes crossed for a moment. "Never."
Ryoma smirked lopsidedly. "Then what's the point of losing?"
Three and a half hours later, Echizen Ryoma claimed his third consecutive Wimbledon title. The crowd was roaring with cheers, but there was a section at the top where the cheering was the loudest. When the winner looked up with a hand on his trademark cap, he smiled to see all of his senpai and former rivals that he met throughout his school days. But he turned away from them and saw what he was looking for. Sakuno ran to him while beaming with happiness and she threw her arms around him neck in an embrace that he had been fighting for an hour and a half.
For her…not the title.