Of course Syusuke had heard the rumors about him. Most of which were true. At that, he supposed they weren't rumors anymore. But he didn't confirm or deny any of them. So no one could be sure.
Yes, He'd slept with Echizen Ryoma. Several times, in fact. He'd also slept with Kikumaru Eiji before the acrobat started dating his doubles partner. He'd most definitely, without a doubt, slept with Kawamura Takashi a few times. He had given Niou Masaharu from Rikkai a blow job and he had let a stranger jerk him off in an alleyway on his way home from school before.
He supposed he could be labeled a whore. A slut. But it didn't bother him too much. No matter what anyone called him. Words were words. Unimportant and only hurtful if you let them get to you. Sex was sex. It didn't mean anything. It was simply a way to feel absolutely amazing. He found out sex could be used as a drug. Free unless you weren't good enough to get some just from your looks alone, and completely healthy. The best drug there was, in his opinion.
Yes, whenever given the chance, he would ravish his brother's body. He would touch him all over and kiss him and fuck him into the mattress. And Yuuta only ever begged for more. He never refused.
No one refused Fuji Syusuke.
Syusuke used his body as a sex symbol. He would flaunt it and use it in every way possible to get what he wanted. He was blessed with a naturally thin waist. With thick eyelashes, striking blue eyes, and a pretty face. Why not use it to his advantage? It was there for that reason, wasn't it? What else could it possibly be useful for?
He didn't mind being touched by strangers. He didn't mind not having a name to call when he came. He didn't mind not remembering the face of the person he'd had sex with the night before. If anything, it made it easier. No awkward encounters on the courts. No commitments, no connections, nothing serious. Just... Sex.
Maybe, he guessed, that was why the one person he would truly want to be with and not just use as a sex object would never touch him. Maybe that was why the one guy he wanted to love him back as much as he loved him thought he was disgusting and dirty. That was probably why the only person he respected as a human being would only spare him a glance and wouldn't talk to him like he used to.
They used to be good friends, Syusuke remembered. Playing against each other in their first year. Helping each other out when the situation called for it. They'd cared about each other. They seemed to understand each other. Then Syusuke hit his first year of high school. He realized just how hot he was. He realized just how fucking wonderful sex was. How blissful and exciting and exhilarating it was. He experimented with his boundaries and became a total sex god.
Syusuke figured that's when their friendship broke apart, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in his chest. A gaping hole that he thought would never happen to him.
That was when, Syusuke guessed, Tezuka Kunimitsu decided he didn't want to be associated with someone who was rumored to be a filthy little whore.