Fuji Syuusuke looked up from his books and glanced at Tezuka. The two were at Tezuka's house for a study session over the summer holidays, and enjoying each other's silent company. Well, at least they were until Fuji interrupted. "Tezuka, I need help." he said and opened his eyes a little, revealing their bright colour. "Hm?" Tezuka mumbled, answering another question of maths. "I'm doing Communication Studies at high school next year, and I need to have some work done." Fuji explained. "Aah?" Tezuka said and put down his pen and looked at Fuji. "It's on Physical Intimacy and Social Norms, and I'd like some assistance." the tensai said, closing his eyes again, the smile never leaving his lips for a moment. "And how would I be of any help to you in that?" Tezuka replied, rubbing his temples. "Well, guys aren't physically close, unlike girls, and I'd like for it to be about what contact makes guys uncomfortable. Please help?" Fuji asked and leaned forwards on the desk, closer to Tezuka and opened his eyes again. "…Do I have a choice?" the captain replied. "No." Fuji said and smiled sweetly. Tezuka rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll help." Tezuka said exasperatedly.
"Right, first on the list is fingers." Fuji said. He reached forwards to entwine his fingers with Tezuka's own. "That's fine." Tezuka said and looked at Fuji's face, not bothered. "Hands.." Fuji stated and pressed his palm against Tezuka's. Tezuka nodded. "Arms." Fuji said, looking to Tezuka's face and linking their arms together. "Fine." Tezuka replied and watched Fuji. "Shoulders.." the brown-haired tensai said, and leaned against the stoic buchou's shoulder. Tezuka was a little late to reply, and was becoming a little more uncomfortable. "Okay.." he replied. Fuji glanced up to Tezuka's face again. "Chests.." he whispered, in a way that made Tezuka nervous, and pressed against him. Tezuka cleared his throat. "That's… uncomfortable." Fuji smirked. "Now legs." The cerulean-eyed teen said, and smiled softly, rubbing his leg against Tezuka's. "Uncomfortable." "Hips." Fuji said in a seductive whisper, and let his hips brush Tezuka's. "V-very uncomfortable!" Tezuka said and began to blush furiously. "Foreheads…" Fuji leant his forehead against Tezuka's and smiled. "Slightly uncomfortable.." "And… lips.." Fuji said, and kissed Tezuka lightly, leaving his buchou frozen. After a few lingering seconds he pulled away. "Um…" Tezuka mumbled. "And last, but not least… tongues."
Fuji smirked. Tezuka's eyes widened. "W-wha?!" Tezuka said, before being silenced by Fuji's lips again, quickly followed by the tensai's tongue. Tezuka's mouth dropped open, and Fuji's tongue quickly licked Tezuka's own. The sensation sent shockwaves down their backs and Fuji leaned closer, just after Tezuka wrapped an arm around the pretty teen's waist. Fuji's delicate hands placed themselves either side of Tezuka's face, caressing his buchou's face with his thumbs. Tezuka let out a breathy moan, and Fuji let his tongue play with Tezuka's. Tezuka was happy to oblige, by trying to pull Fuji a little closer, and having his tongue twist with Fuji's. One of the tensai's slender hand's slid down to grip Tezuka's shirt, and the buchou pulled away. "W-wow.." he murmured. Fuji let his usual smile take over his face again. "Well, Tezuka, thank you for all your help." he said, and collected his books, bounding out of Tezuka's room as if nothing happened. Tezuka sat dumbfounded for a moment, still trying to catch his breath. "Wait… Fuji's taking a photography course next year... Not Communication Studies…"