Disclaimer: I am not Konomi-sensei, therefore I do not own "The Prince of Tennis" or anything related to this manga, anime and game.

Author's Note: I'm giving the "past tense writing style" a shot since I usually write in present tense. I'm still unsure as to what pairing this fic will be . . . So I'm sorry if it'll feature a lot of pairings in the future chapters.

"Lessons Just For You"

-Prelude-

"Tezuka-san," the secretary called out, catching the attention of a certain hazel-haired teenager.

Kunimitsu looked up, muttering a soft 'hm' questioningly, and eyed the burgundy-haired male with purple highlights at the counter.

"The boss is ready to see you now," he informed, flipping through the documents laid out on his desk for one last time before rising in his seat and motioning Kunimitsu to come; follow him.

"Thank you," Kunimitsu said monotonously, nodding in gratitude, as soon as they reached the door to the boss' office.

The secretary nodded, smiling a little at him. "She's right beyond this door," he pointed out and continued, "Be sure to knock first before you enter, okay? I know you already know what you're going to be doing in the next ones." The young man had been knocking the whole time as he spoke.

"What is it?" came a faint voice from the other side.

"Tezuka-san is here, Ma'am," he informed, careful with his voice and words.

"Oh. You can let him in," the woman on the other side said, excitement trailing her soft voice.

The secretary sighed, turning back to look at Kunimitsu once again, and said, "Good luck." Kunimitsu nodded a tiny bit to the young man's direction whilst the secretary put one hand on his shoulder, "If you need any help, I'll be at my desk." He started walking away, his movements sure and almost practised.

Before he could disappear from Kunimitsu's sight, he suddenly asked out of pure curiosity yet still in a deadpanned voice, "May I ask for your name?"

The secretary stopped on his tracks, standing still on his position like a statue carved to be displayed. He then spoke up, "Tanaka . . . Tanaka Youhei."

"Thank you, Tanaka-san," Kunimitsu said in appreciation, and Takahisa swiftly walked away.

Kunimitsu stared at the door before him, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose. He sighed, his hands confidently reaching out for the door handle and opened it gently, "Please excuse me."

"Come on in, Tezuka-san."

The aforementioned male searched for the source of the voice and found a good-looking woman in her mid-twenties sitting comfortably on a leather chair. Her cherry-coloured hair was sparkling under the sun's rays as noon came; her hair looking brighter as the sun shone upon her. Her wide, innocent pale brown eyes stared at him with astonishment through thin spectacles; a wide smile spread across her delicate features. A warm welcoming, huh?

Kunimitsu gazed back at her with a neutral expression, not even giving any emotion away. He closed the door silently behind him and approached his boss slowly.

"I'm really glad you took this job. No one was willing enough to . . ." She cleared her throat before proceeding, "Come closer, and have a seat."

"Hn," he nodded, walking assuredly across the room—every step unhesitating—and taking a seat in front of her. "So . . .?"

"Before we begin, I would like to introduce myself, Tezuka-san. My name is Hanamura Aoi; it's truly a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too," he responded in an impassive tone of his voice. "Hanamura-san, about my job?" he wondered, awaiting his employer's answer.

"Ah, yes, your job," Aoi nodded to herself, going through one specific folder that had the initials 'E.R.' written on it. "I assume you have experience with teaching before, right?" Kunimitsu nodded to her question, "We are actually in need of a person who knows German very well. And looking at your past records," she waved the folder in her hand, "you have quite a vocabulary. So, we're wondering if you would kindly lend us a hand in tutoring one of the students in need—specifically, Echizen Ryoma-kun."

"Echizen Ryoma, Ma'am?" Kunimitsu repeated after her in a questioning kind of way. The said student's family name sounded awfully familiar to his ears . . .

"The son of Echizen Nanjirou, the former professional tennis player. You have heard of him before, haven't you?" Aoi prompted her elbows on her desk, resting her chin on her entwined fingers.

"Yes, I have," Kunimitsu nodded politely. Then he wondered aloud, "I only have to tutor him in German?"

"Oh, yes," Aoi grinned, winking slightly at the young man before her. "There are other people already tutoring him in, well, other subjects; namely Fuji Syuusuke-kun for History, Yukimura Seiichi-kun for Art, Marui Bunta-kun for Music, Yagyuu Hiroshi-kun for Maths and Kajimoto Takahisa-kun for Science . . ." Aoi paused, chuckling nervously. "But you don't need to concern yourself with that. We only need you to focus on the subject you excel at, okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Here are the necessary details you need to know about him," Aoi handed him one of the thick folders from her desk. "That will be all."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'll do my best," Kunimitsu arose from his seat, ready to leave.

Unknown to him, troubles would start appearing real soon . . .