Prince of Tennis does not belong to me. It belongs to Konomi Takeshi, Jump Comics, and all those companies that make their money out of fangirls like me. Please R/R!

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Black Vinegar

"How could you drink such a disgusting thing like that"

Fuji smiled at the younger boy. "Saa... It's really good."

Ryoma frowned at him. "Fuji-senpai, it's definitely NOT good if even the other regulars faint just by drinking Inui juice."

"Tezuka didn't."

"His hand shook." The first year pointed out. "That is considered as an extreme reaction from Tezuka-buchou."

"Saa."

Ryoma continued to watch Fuji [who was still smiling, which was really getting on his nerves] drink the rest of Inui's new concoction. Fuji serenely smiled at him and discarded the empty cup in the trash bin. "Say, Echizen. What did Inui say his new creation's name is?"

"Dunno, something about 'Inui juice Regurgitated mix version 3 or whatever."

Silence again.

Fuji pulled Ryoma close and ruffled the younger player's hair. Ryoma grudgingly allowed the caresses.

They were silent once again.

"Ne, Fuji-senpai."

"What is it, Echizen?"

"I'm not making out with you after you just drank that."

"Who knows? You might like it if you try." Fuji's smile widened.

"..."

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