A/N: Sooo, I've got a phase or something and suddenly started writing one shots and drabbles, instead of focusing on my chapter stories that I promised that I won't upload, until I won't have at least three chapters for them (I have...only not in chronological order...), aaand that's the result- a strange, cracky thing I wouldn' even call a drabble if it wasn't a drabble...The idea had probably popped from the headcannon that Eiji isn't a very good student... but Oishii also isn't very good at maths...hmm...erm, okay, I'll shut up, now.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis or any of its characters- and they're probably happier with it.

Fuji leaned against his chair and stretched, taking a small break from his studies. Even if it was Saturday, and he still had a whole free day before Monday, he had to prepare earlier. He looked at his clock and smirked, grabbing his mobile phone. If his predictions were right, he should send this message in...about...now.

GPGPGPGPG

Oishii sat at the desk in his room, when he heard a door slamming against their frame and hurried footsteps going upwards. He wondered if this was his mum returning home, but then why wouldn't she call out and went upstairs? Or maybe...

Further wondering was interrupted by a certain redhead throwing himself through his door and onto room's only occupant. To say Oishii was startled was understatement, especially after seeing his partner's state.

-I'm finished! It's a complete disaster! I'll die and won't be able to play again with Oishii or come to the Practice and Tezuka will kill me again! That's no good, I can't do that, but what can I do?! Oishii!

That, of course, sent Oishii into his Mother Hen Mode instantenously. He was so wrapped up in calming Eiji down that he didn't see at first that his phone started blinking with the recieved message. From the team Genius, as it turned out, when he finally looked up from calming down the panicked redhead, who currently curled on his lap and was whining loudly. As the device started displaying the message, Oishii's eyes widened, a thought of genius having supernatural abilities slipping through his head. Then, he smiled, finally understanding redhead's behavior.

The message said "Math test- Monday. Not enough time to study with E."

Mother Hen of Seigaku patted his doubles partner comfortingly, briefly surprised that Eiji remembered something like that whole day before the fact. Normally, he'd get the panicked phone call Sunday evening...

-I'll help you study, Eiji.- he said, knowing extacly, what he's getting into-tutoring his partner never was easy, not with ever-shifting attention of his. However, the proposition was worth the risk, he decided as he saw his partner perking up from his knot of despair, eyes shining with hope, as he was getting off of Oishii.

-Really?- he asked and Oishii chuckled at the voice of his partner, before turning and saying:

-Yes, really. Why don't you...

He was interrupted by redhead throwing himself at him again, this time from behind with a happy:

-Yay! Thank you, Oishii~! You're the best!

The proclaimed "the Best" smiled at his partner's change of moods. Then he remembered something and asked:

-Eiji? How did you get into the locked house in the first place?

-Eh?!

Yep. Short, bad and cracky. Definitely a drabble. duh.

Hope you liked(or at least didn't hate) it!