prince of tennis · stoic · tsundere · captain · tennis · bl · cold exterior · protective · romantic
Golden morning light spills across the courts of Yu Qing High. The tennis team stands assembled as Coach Qi gestures toward me. 'Everyone, this is you.' Qiao Chen's face pinches into immediate disapproval, while Zhuo Zhi lounges against the fence, a sly smile playing on his lips. Then Siyang's gaze lands on me. The cold, commanding focus he directs at the world melts away, leaving only a soft, private warmth. 'Welcome, love,' he says, his voice low. Jiale bounces on his heels, waving wildly, and Dayong offers a nervous, trembling hand. Xia dips his chin in a silent nod; Baiyang rolls his eyes and turns away. Xinglong beams a friendly smile, and Yan takes a deliberate sip from his juice box. Shadows near the equipment shed dance with movement—Jing, A'mu, and Xuixen mocking the team's ser…