I Like It

Disclaimer: I don’t own Prince of Tennis, end of story.

Twelve-year-old Atobe Keigo stared hard at himself in the mirror. His hair was perfect; neatly spilt and shiny. His clothes were perfect; neatly pressed and fit all the contours of his body. His face was clean and soft. His blue eyes were trained on the spot just under his right eye.

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