Disclaimer: PoT is not mine
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Fuji Yuta hit the last ball in the basket towards the wall with all his strength then ran to catch the ball before it goes out of the baseline. Jumping to catch the ball, merely touching it with his racket but he managing to return it with less force. He ran to catch the next return. He never really liked rallies but Mizuki said that it helped improve one's stamina and speed so he did it anyway.
"My, my. Someone sure is working hard today," a voice said from outside the court. Yuta stopped hitting the balls and turned to see a familiar face.
"Mizuki-san. What can I do for you today?" Yuta asked before grabbing the basket and picking up the tennis balls that were left lying on the floor while he was practicing. Mizuki walked over to help Yuta out.
"Just wanted to see you," Mizuki said with a smile. They continued to pick up the remaining balls before resting on one of the benches by the court.
"Ne Yuta-kun, you want me to give you another massage? You look a little…stressed," Mizuki offered the same smile from a while back was plastered on his face. Yuta looked at his senpai in confusion before giving a shy nod, his face turning pink.
Mizuki chuckled a little, "Take your shirt of and lie on the bench. Let me just get something from my bag," Mizuki ordered, reaching into his bag to get that something he needed.
Yuta slipped his shirt off and lay on the bench, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. He waited for Mizuki to get whatever it is he was getting. It wasn't the first time this happened but knowing what happened last time was enough for him to look forward to this. Well, a little bit anyway for Fuji Yuta wasn't as innocent as everyone thought.
"You ready Yuta-kun," Mizuki asked, amusement in his voice. How he loved to tease Yuta.
"You can stop with the 'kun' Hajime. No one's here," Yuta said in an annoyed tone. He knew Mizuki was teasing him again and he was letting him. How stupid was that? Not even trying to stop him. Oh well, he'll get his payback tomorrow when he teases Mizuki about his hips hurting.
Mizuki swung his left foot over Yuta and sat on him like he would on a horse. He placed his hands on the younger boy's shoulders and began massaging. Yuta's muscles relaxed instantly. "Hajime…" Yuta managed to say.
Mizuki leaned forward and whispered, "You like?" Yuta just blushed harder and buried his face in his arms to hide the blush. Mizuki laughed a little while continuing the massage.
Owari