Because I felt that the story isn't coming along very nicely and i'm not satisfied with it, I decided to write this poem. The Ryoma in here contrasts sharply with the Ryoma in the story. Poems seem to be easier for me...

He walked out of the courts,

Another victory gained.

As expected of the awesome freshman.

He pulled a sweaty hand

Through his dark hair.

He couldn't hear her voice now.

He thought he heard her cheering,

Cheering for him during the match.

Where was it now?

He looked around for

That distinct mahogany braid.

Did she not come after all?

But that loud girl was here.

She was her best friend,

So she must be here too.

He ran off, ignoring his senpais.

He was sure she was here.

He didn't think that

He'd be this disappointed at her absence.

He flew across the grounds,

His surroundings a blur of colors.

But he was sure he'd spot her,

Even if he was going too fast.

A soft bump on his chest

Caused him to stop in his track.

He had collided with her,

The very person he had been looking for.

With two cans of Ponta in her hands,

She apologized, not knowing it was him.

Then she looked up and blushed.

Time seemed to stop for them,

At they stared surprised at each other.

She then hid her face and apologized more.

He put his hand on her shoulder.

She jumped and looked up shyly.

"It's okay…" he said

With a caring expression on his face

And he took her into his arms

And gave her a tight embrace.

She gasped, that soft voice

Was loud and sweet in his ear.

She thrust the grape Ponta

Into his arms and tried to flee,

But he stopped her in time.

He noticed her crimson face,

But paid no attention to it.

"It's okay…" he said

With desire evident on his face

And he took her into her arms

And planted a kiss on her small lips.

He did not hold back

At her astonished expression.

The Ponta cans rolled at their feet.

The students at the school

Stopped their activities to stare

But he neither noticed nor cared.

It felt nice to have her in his arms

With her returning the kiss.

He'd never thought it'd be so nice

To finally do what he had often

Daydreamed about in various versions.

So this was how it felt.

He loved her, he decided.

He had her there for a while

And he'd never let go.

By the way, poems don't need to rhyme for those who don't know. Two lines do rhyme but that was purely accident. I hope this is better.