Ryoma was back at last. And just in time, too it seemed. He knew something was wrong when he arrived at the tennis courts and all the regulars were huddled in a circle. They didn't stop talking when he approached.

"He looked so angry – I didn't dare ask him what was wrong," Eiji shivered and Oishi patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Maybe there's a girl?" Momoshiro suggested.

Kaidoh snorted. "Don't be stupid."

"Who are you calling stupid, stupid?"

"You, obviously. Fssh." Kaidoh snapped, eyes glaring at Momoshiro who glared right back.

"Kaidoh does have a point," Inui put in. "He has Ryoma, and even then, Fuji would scare them away."

"What's this about Buchou?" Ryoma asked and all the others turned to look at him.

"Ah you're back!" Eiji cried but stayed but Oishi's side.

"Welcome," Oishi said with a warm smile.

The others nodded.

Ryoma frowned. Something must be very off if Eiji wasn't even glomping him.

"Ah Ryoma," Inui greeted. He adjusted his glasses. "As Tezuka's lov-friend, perhaps you know what is wrong with our dear captain?"

Ryoma had no idea. He just wanted to find Tezuka and kiss his soon-to-be boyfriend. He was done playing games and waiting for Tezuka to come around. He'd had enough. America had been boring and dull and nothing seemed to interest him. America had nothing. Japan had Tezuka, and thus, everything Ryoma needed.

Ryoma's felt his stomach drop. "I'm sure it's nothing," he said tightly.

"Define nothing," Momoshiro prompted.

"There's a 20 percent chance that it had to do with the argument between him and Fuji yesterday in the clubroom." Inui adjusted his glasses.

"Nani!?" all the regulars except Fuji and Oishi chorused.

"Inui! If you knew that, why didn't you say something!" Eiji looked incredulously around, searing for the epitome of sadism.

Ryoma voiced what they were all thinking.

"Where's Fuji-sempai?"