Echizen Ryoma was busy. He was busy staring at his target. His goal. His captain. And it was for this reason that he did not see the stray tennis racket coming sideways at him. He was so entirely focused on Tezuka that he ignored the shout of "Oy! Ryoma!" and continued to stare, wondering if he'd ever surpass the current pillar..

Slam. Echizen Ryoma, Seigaku's tennis team's arrogant rookie went down.

At 3:45 the hospital emitted a worried looking group of young boys, led by what seemed to be a young business man. The nurses watched in varying degrees of amusement as the rag-taggle group ran all five flights to see their ochibi when the elevator did not come fast enough.

The Seigaku regulars filled the small room, waiting anxiously for the doctor. When she arrived they all began talking at once before Tezuka cleared his throat and the quieted.

"Is he going to be okay?"

The doctor smiled. "Yes. He only has a minor concussion. He'll be fine."

All of them relaxed visibly.

She frowned slightly. "He hasn't woken up yet, which is unusual, but I'm sure he'll be fine." She glanced around and added, "Do a few of you want to stay? He'll want to see his friends when he wakes up. Only," she paused, looking a bit uncertain, "he might not recognize you straight away. It's normal; he'll recover his memory in no time. There's no need for alarm."

Tezuka nodded. "Thank you." He turned to his regulars. "I'll stay here with him. Momo, you stay too. The rest of you, back to practice. Oishi, you're in charge."

They nodded. Fuji opened his mouth but then Oishi put a hand on his arm and he closed his mouth. He sighed, casting a long look at his captain, but he followed the others. At the door he turned back and said, "Sorry, Echizen."

He didn't notice Oishi until he was next to him. "They're not dating, you know," Oishi muttered quietly.

Fuji blinked as though in confusion even as subtle relief washed through him. "I know."

"Do you?" Oishi inquired, voice low.

Fuji blinked again. "It's not like you to pry, Oishi."

Oishi held up his hands. "I'm not. I'm just saying Tezuka didn't break up with you because of Ryoma."

Fuji stopped pretending he had no idea what Oishi was talking about. "Didn't he, though?"

"He didn't," Oishi said firmly.

Fuji sighed and looked away. He couldn't hide the slight smile. He thought, Kunimitsu, if you wanted someone, they would have no choice but to yield. So, why are you still single? I thought you wanted Echizen…Was I wrong? Do you want me back? I still want you…But you know that, so why aren't you saying anything? Fuji didn't like thinking about things he didn't know the answers to. He slowed and glanced back to where his esteemed captain was sitting in a chair, idly flipping through a magazine. Tezuka, you're mine, whether or not you want to be.