Summary: A series of one-shots RyoSaku fluff... Ryoma wondered if meeting the love of his life in an airplane was merely a coincidence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. If I did, then Ryoma and Sakuno would be married by now.

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1: Sweet

Ryoma tugged the bill of his cap lower as many people passed by his row. He wasn't one to care about other people (he doesn't give a damn of what they think), but he wasn't really fond of being mobbed and harassed, especially since there were a lot of girls boarding the plane.

Sometimes, it sucked being a two-time tennis world champion.

He bowed his head when someone stopped and took a good look at him. Shit. Damn. Please don't let him recognize me. Please don't let him recognize me. A few moments later, when nobody was screaming his name madly, he chanced a look up and was inwardly relieved to see the man was gone. He glanced at the seat beside him (the one beside the window).

It was empty.

When a flight attendant passed by, he quietly asked for a Ponta. The woman blinked, nodded, and smiled slightly at him.

Ryoma noticed she had a really nice smile.

He was wondering what her name could be when she returned and asked him, blushing slightly, what flavor would he like.

He blinked at her sudden appearance. "Grape Ponta. What's your name?" He blinked again at his audacity. He wondered why he even bothered to ask.

Her mouth opened in surprise. He noticed she was fiddling with the end of her neat French braid. She had really pretty hair. He slapped himself inwardly. God, that sounded so gay. Biting her lip, she gave him a small bow. "Anou... I'm Ryuzaki Sakuno."

Sakuno. Beautiful name.

His mouth twitched slightly at her politeness. "Echizen Ryoma." He wondered why he was introducing himself to a stranger- a woman no less. The lack of Ponta was really getting to him.

Maybe.

She blushed and nodded. "H-hai. I'll get your drink now, Echizen-san," she said softly, knowing his identity must be kept secret. As she walked away, the plane started to lift. He wished she would be back soon, however illogical and unnatural that sounded. A corner of his mouth lifted when he saw her walking briskly towards him, her braid swinging gently behind her.

"Thanks," he muttered when she handed him two cans of grape Ponta. "Don't call me Echizen," he added quickly before she could leave. "It makes me feel old."

She smiled becomingly, one that made his heart do maddening leaps inside his chest. "It was a pleasure, Ryoma-kun," she whispered, and then she was gone.

Ryoma-kun. He liked it.

He wondered when he would see her again.

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A/n: yup. I'm making short one-shots now. I suddenly developed a knack for them while I was making Sometimes. Anyway, I hope you like this one. It's a bit OOC, but I think it's pretty cute.