Untitled GP fluff
Untitled GP fluff
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*I don’t own
Prince of Tennis. I’d love to own class=SpellE>Kiku and Oishi, though.
^^
I love you.
I love the way you
smile at me and I love the way your nose crinkles up when you’re annoyed about
something and I love the way you make everybody happy just by being around.
I wish I could tell
you what you mean to me – beyond this game that brought us together.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Sometimes you offer your hand to me, when you
need someone to pull you up and I wish I could pull you into my arms and hold
you there forever.
I want to say all the
things that are in my mind, in my heart.
I want to tell you that, if I stopped playing tennis tomorrow, I’d still
need you. Every day.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I want to hold your hand and feel your
heartbeat against mine and never, ever care if they understand it or not.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>
I need to tell
you. I need to know that you love me,
too. I need you, Eiji.
Your voice reaches me
from across the court. You are backlit –
like an angel – and I can only barely make out the silhouette of your body as
you wave to me. You’re laughing at
me. It makes me smile.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>
“Nya, Oishi, are you paying
attention to me?”
I nod, shielding my
eyes from the sun as I lift my racket in silent acknowledgement.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> I’m always paying attention, Eiji – I always
will.
Please tell me that
you will, too.