Of course Kunimitsu had heard the rumors about Fuji. That he was a dirty little whore who slept with anyone who asked him to spread his legs. That he slept with members of Hyotei's tennis team, Rikkai's tennis team, and even Fudomine's tennis team. He'd slept with several members of his own tennis team. Hell, he'd even slept with members of Seigaku's ping-pong club, basketball team, and swim team.
Kunimitsu had also heard from someone that Fuji slept with his younger brother. He wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. At this point, he wouldn't put it past the tensai.
And for some reason, Fuji didn't seem to mind. Insults would be thrown at him left and right. "Slut". "Whore". And even worse things like "Cum-dumpster". Fuji would simply smile, shrug, and say, "Sorry, your fucking opinion doesn't matter to me."
Every time Kunimitsu would catch Fuji leaning into someone with those sparkling blue eyes and his lips turned up in a flirty smile, it made his stomach turn. The way the prodigy would causally wrap his arms around a school mate's neck and tangle his fingers into the boy's hair, Kunimitsu always had to turn away.
When he turned the corner of the building while heading to tennis practice and saw Fuji in a fierce lip-lock with some guy Tezuka was sure didn't even go to school, let alone their school, it felt like his stomach was twisting itself into a knot.
During their first year of high school, Fuji started throwing himself at everyone. Flirting, kissing, spreading his legs for anyone who asked. He would constantly come to school with hickeys on his neck and scratch marks down his back. Sometimes, he said he couldn't practice because he was feeling bad, but Kunimitsu noticed the limping and wincing every time he moved or sat down.
Slowly, Kunimitsu started distancing himself from his friend. He stopped holding conversations with him and stopped inviting him over to study or stay the night. He stopped walking with him while heading home and he stopped holding practice matches with him outside of the teams official practice. He would put people between them when they were watching matches going on at tournaments. Before he realized it, they hadn't spoken a single word to each other in two months.
Kunimitsu would shift uneasily when he looked around and noticed that, half way through a match with Hyotei, Fuji had slipped away from the group. Then he'd feel sick to his stomach when he realized that Hyotei's own Akutagawa Jirou or Oshitari Yuushi had disappeared as well. What made it worse was that the two boys were supposedly very committed to Atobe Keigo and Mukahi Gakuto.
It wasn't that Kunimitsu hated Fuji. No, that wasn't it at all. He didn't hate Fuji. The way his stomach turned and knotted itself all up wasn't because he found Fuji disdainful and dirty. Sure, he didn't like the way Fuji touched everyone and let anyone who asked fuck him. But he didn't hate him. The reason he always felt disgusted when Fuji acted the way he did was because he loved him. And Fuji was so much better than a filthy whore. He hated the way Fuji acted, not who he was.
It seemed, from Kunimitsu's perspective, that Fuji didn't realize that the captain's heart broke a little more every time he saw the tensai's hands touch another guy.
Once again. It wasn't that Kunimitsu hated him. It was that he hated what he'd become.
This one was a bit shorter than the other one, but I hope you enjoyed the situation from Tezuka's point of view. :3
