"Kunimitsu."
Tezuka drew his eyes from his tennis bag on the bench and looked up at the honey-haired boy. "We're in practice, Fuji."
"Fine. Tezuka Buchou."
Tezuka sighed and straightened up. It was clear that Fuji was serious about something. Something was bothering him. "What is it, Fuji?"
"Why aren't I the vice-captain?"
Tezuka blinked in surprise, although it didn't show on his face. "Why aren't you the vice-captain?"
"Yes. It's obvious that I'm better than Oishi. I've beat him countless times." Fuji crossed his arms over his chest. "So why does he get to be the vice-captain?"
Tezuka glanced behind him at the courts were games were going on. Eiji and Oishi, 4-3 with Eiji in the lead; Echizen and Momoshiro, 5-4 with Echizen in the lead; Kaidoh and Taka-san, 4-4. He returned his gaze to the boy in front of him. "I hope you don't expect me to make you vice-captain just because you're my boyfriend."
"Of course not." Fuji scoffed, rolling his blue eyes. "That'd be disgraceful on my part and questionable on yours. I want to be vice-captain by just pure talent. Which I deserve."
"I'm not have this discussion with you, Fuji." Tezuka said quietly, setting his water bottle down and picking up his racket. "Not now."
"No," Fuji grabbed his wrist, a bit tightly. "Now. I want to know now. Why am I not vice-captain material? Or even Captain material?"
Tezuka frowned. "Don't be ridiculous. Until you beat me, you're not going to be captain."
"Why not vice-captain, then?"
Tezuka shook his head. "Fuji, no-"
"Don't tell me no!" Fuji snapped, throwing his boyfriend's wrist down. "I have a right to know. And I want to know now."
Tezuka looked at Fuji with slightly confused eyes. "What on Earth has gotten into you?"
"Nothing." Fuji replied quietly. "I just want to know."
Tezuka sighed and shifted from one foot to another. "Do you really want to know?"
"Obviously."
Tezuka refrained from snapping at him. Fuji was acting like a spoiled little brat and he did not want to deal with it. "Because you don't try."
Fuji blinked. "I don't try? The hell I don't-"
"You're not serious, Fuji." Tezuka plowed on calmly. "This is all a game for you. You never take it seriously. You don't have anything to strive for, you have no goal in mind. You don't take the game seriously."
An ugly scowled crossed over the boy's lips. "Maybe it's because there's no one worthy enough to be my rival."
Tezuka stared at him. "Stop being so self-centered, Fuji, it's unpretty. Unsightly. Disgusting. There are plenty of people who're better than you, you just haven't exerted yourself enough to find them yet. Or maybe it's because you don't care enough." He turned and walked off towards the courts, rubbing his wrist where Fuji had held it.
The honey-haired boy frowned a little. Well, he thought, I'm not getting laid tonight.