note from your lovely author; ack okay time for another x reader owowowowowo. now its time for the amazing tennis/prison boy to earn some love!!! i also wrote this at night so like,,,, im ti r ed

warnings; probably alot of angst. a thing of cussing i think. just,,, ryoma being a stupid suicidal boy but hey- 

the last thing you wanted to hear from ryoma hoshi, aka a smol cinnamon roll, was the words "kill me." now, it was for a 'good reason' apparently, which was to save everyone from the countdown that would kill everyone. kaede kept spilling out remarks while you just sat down trying to finish off your drink, but inside you felt a bit sick. now, you weren't a therapist, but you always had a tendancy to help anyone who was considering suicide or cut themselves, and you knew who your next patient was.

you continued to watch everyone, mumbling small comments under your breath. you were starting to daze off until you noticed the door open, and as you opened your eyes you saw ryoma leave with a unaffected face. suddenly sitting up, you stretched your arms and grabbed your bag. you looked over to kaede, who almost looked like she was gonna throw up, but she wasn't really on your mind right now. you could feel everyone's eyes on you as you rushed out the door, your bag bouncing at your side. where did ryoma go?

with a bit of sadness, you headed to the dorms, assuming thats where ryoma went. and your hunch was correct.

ryoma was leaning on his door, his forehead pressed against it. you sighed, putting on a smile before you tapped his shoulder. "ryoma?" he sighed and turned around, eyes tired and raw. was he... crying? "ryoma... are you okay?" he looked away.

"i don't know..." he acted like he was looking into your eyes, but you could tell he was looking slightly left. you were a bit worried, kneeling down and clamping his cheeks with your hands. "... what are you doing?"

"you looked sad! come on ryoma why don't me and you hang out today?" you smiled, wishing he would give out some genuine reaction. he just looked surprised oddly, which was the reaction (or one of them) that you wanted to see. 

"sure." he said without any emotion. ryoma stood there saying nothing, but his eyes flickered around just as if he was thinking back and forth between something, but then he closed his eyes and smiled a bit, "i just need to put something up, be right back." ryoma put his hand in his pocket and clenched something, then pulled out his room key from the other pocket to put whatever he had inside up. you smiled a bit and got up, happy to support ryoma just a little. 

a few seconds later, ryoma walked back out of his room. "what are we planning to do then?" he mumbled, pulling his hat down below his forehead. you found that cute. 

"well, i guess since we really only had a subtle introduction i guess we can get to know each other." you grabbed ryoma's hand with a smile and pulled him outside. the day was lovely, around 3 PM, even though above was a dome. a cage that trapped them from what they knew.

"you already know everything about me, and you shouldn't want to know about me anyway." ryoma sighed once again, his deep voice fading with those last words. "i'm murderer, it sums up everything i am right now."

"w-wait ryoma!! that was in the past, you can still redeem yourself you know, don't focus on that..." you told him, worry in your voice. "think about other things!! your the ultimate tennis pro right? why not play some tennis with me? i'm not the best but i could give up a challenge."  you suddenly exclaimed with excitement, a large smile suddenly spreading across your face. ryoma seemed a little bit amused. 

"i'm not that much into tennis anymore, but i don't see why not." he shrugged and shrunk his head down a bit into his leather jacket, almost if he was trying to hide his smile from you. 

you and ryoma headed over to his ultimate lab (yes i know kaede died before being able to unlock his ultimate lab, just go with it for plot sakes, ty <3) and started to set up a play area. the machines were moved to the wall and a bucket of tennis balls were set to the side. ryoma didn't seem very excited much, or he was just hiding it. you smiled, and grabbed one of the tennis balls from the bucket. 

"hey, (y/n). do you know how to play tennis? or do you just know how to throw the ball up and hit it?"was that a taunt? was he.... taunting you?? oh he was asking for it. but uh... he was not wrong.(i, for one do not know the rules of tennis that much. ple a se dont hurt me)

"n-no!" you yelped, tossing the ball up and hitting it with the racket. the ball bounced to the other side of the court, and ryoma carelessly hit it back to you, unfazed. with a grunt, you hit the ball back again. ryoma was standing in one spot, reaching his arm out and hitting the ball with a unchangeable expression. you on the other hand was running around your side of the court and shouting words of encouragement. at one point you almost got ryoma, but he actually moved with his feet! woah!!! you and him went on and on hitting the tennis balls, with you being a retard and messing around with things. 

no one had any points, or well,,, you made excuses when ryoma was supposed to get a point. now you had two rackets, acting stupid and swinging them around with ryoma hitting as much tennis balls he could at you. it was all going fine until one of the tennis balls hit you in the stomach, and you fell back with a groan. ryoma stood there for a second or so before he actually realized you weren't faking it. "oh shit, (y/n) are you okay??"

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you started laughing. laughing so hard that you face turned red and your stomach hurt more than the tennis ball that was hit into it. "oh my god ryoma, i haven't had that much fun in forever!" you wiped a tear from your eye and got up, still laughing about it while ryoma stood there, confused. 

your grabbed your stomach and sighed, deciding to pick up all the tennis balls that were laying around. while doing do, you heard a sound behind you. was that... laughing? wha...? you looked behind you too see ryoma chuckling silently. his eyes were closed and he was hunched over, laughing for some reason. "ryoma whats so funny?"

he cleared his throat and turned to you, there was a small smile on his face. "you know (y/n), i haven't laughed at all since i got here. your the first person to make me laugh, or happily laugh, in forever." that compliment made you blush just a bit. "thank you."

"well, thats my job! or uh... a mini job. actually thats the reason i decided to hang out with you. about earlier...? i don't want you to be sad or suicidal ryoma! we have to get through this together!!!" you smiled and lend out a hand for ryoma. he looked at it curiously and then sighed, letting out a small snicker. the small boy took your and and held it calmly. it was hard to tell if he was, but you swore ryoma was blushing a little bit. 

"(y/n), i have a feeling that what your saying is true." he closed his eyes and breathed slowly. your face was warm, and with your other hand you put it under his cap and felt his hair. your eyes were looking down at him with care and feeling. ryoma held your hand tighter and opened his eyes again. "before you invited me to play some tennis, i was considering hurting myself. thats what i went to put back up in my room, i had a razor with me." 

you sighed, pressing your forehead against his. "ryoma i can't have you doing that... me and you? we have to escape this place, i won't let you die, you know that? i promise." your lifted your head a bit and kissed his forehead. ryoma pressed his head onto your lips and mumbled something. 

he let go of your hand and fixed his hat, looking up into your eyes. "(y/n), you have done something very dangerous you know. you have given me a reason to live, and if you want to keep your promise, do not die."

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"i love you."